Michaud Family

So this afternoon I checked my FB and saw a status post from my cousin and it read:
Papito hoy te acompañara otro de tus hermanos, se que Dios y tu lo acompañaran en este camino. Tío Juan te vamos a extrañar. A mi tía y primos los queremos y me hubiera gustado estar con ustedes .... no me fue posible.
Translation: Daddy, today another of your brothers will join you today. I know that you and God will be with him on this road. Uncle Juan we will miss you. To my aunt and cousins we love you and I would have liked to been with you...but it was not possible.
Ironically I had just stepped out of a meeting where my uncle Juan entered my mind along with my grandfather. I work for a company that manufactures screws for the aerospace, automotive and medical industries. My grandfather made his living by making screws and so did my uncle Juan.
I saw my uncle Juan back in the 90's and we talked about his interest in Doris Day movies and everytime I saw one I thought of him. When I saw him that time he was a splitting image of my grandfather, his father.
My uncle Juan leaves a legacy of an amazing family that loves unconditionally. I believe he lived up to my grandfathers expectations.
The sad side of this is that there were 10 children born to my grandparents, 5 boys and 5 girls. One boy died shortly after birth; and now the only remaining boy is my uncle Chavo that is his nickname I don't think or at least at this moment I don't know his real name. My mother was the first daughter/sister to pass and I still have my Aunt Maria de La Luz (Mari); Maria Teresa (Chata), Gloria, and Maria Guadalupe (Pita). 
My aunts and I are not very close with the exception of my tia Mari. I love her to pieces and she never asks for anything from me but rather asks what she can do for me. She is a very humble woman.
For the past few years I keep feeling this need to see my family in Mexico but I don't because of some family issues. However, I have thought my aunt Mari will not be around all my life and I need to see her and let her know how much I love her and appreciate for everything she has done for me in my life.
So as I ponder about this post and wish I could communicate with my uncles wife Carmen, I realize I am now the age my aunts and uncles were when I thought they were so old and would be around forever. I have decided that no matter how difficult some conversations will be when I visit I have to go see my family in Mexico, right?
I know where my Uncle Juan is; he is with his parents and siblings and God. I know I will see all of them one day and that I need to live up to the Michaud name.