Uncle Mac
![Uncle Mac](/content/images/size/w1200/wordpress/2022/02/wp-16451548984477663557570669754679.jpg)
My uncle Mac died this week. I also called him Uncle Denny.
Married to my mom’s sister, he and my aunt divorced long ago, but I never heard her say a negative word about him and they maintained a collegial relationship for the sake of their daughters and grandchildren. So though he faded from some family parties after the divorce, I still always thought of him as my uncle.
My cousins are understandably devastated, and I’m grateful I’ll be able to attend his funeral service via zoom.
I don’t have recent memories of Uncle Mac, but he gave me a fantastic childhood gift; a nickname. My parents had called me assorted nicknames all my life, and I loved that, but Uncle Mac giving me one made a difference in an important way.
Mom’s family, with matriarch Frosty, tended to view my dad askance. I didn’t notice specifics as a kid, but remember the tension (dare I say frostiness). It led to not feeling included or totally comfortable at family gatherings. Uncle Mac helped to ease that feeling in a huge way.
Uncle Mac gave me the nickname “Jeffiner Jones” and it made me feel so seen and welcomed and important. It’s what he always called me. It’s a huge reason I value and use nicknames so much. It’s a special connection that makes the nicknamed feel loved. At least I hope so. Certainly it did for me.
![](https://i0.wp.com/www.mommie2zs.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/wp-16451548984477663557570669754679-997x1024.jpg?resize=580%2C596&ssl=1)
![](https://i0.wp.com/www.mommie2zs.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/wp-1645155524608587331933894352778-997x1024.jpg?resize=580%2C596&ssl=1)
Here’s the rest of his story, but his legacy is the little girls sitting on Frosty’s lap in the front right of the photo.
I hope you’ve got a nickname or two in your life. If you don’t, let me know. I’ve got one for you. 💕💕