I got a phone call this morning that I’ve been expecting for some time, but dreading nonetheless. My mom called to let me know that her brother, my uncle, had passed on.
Uncle Don was a really awesome person. I feel like I missed a lot by not getting to be around him more than I did. He lived kind of far off, so I only got to see him every few years when I was growing up. The last time I saw him was probably 6 years or so ago.
He found out that he had cancer a couple of years ago. My mom started going up to see him fairly often, and I planned to go with her sometime. But she started staying a week or two at a time when she went, and I couldn’t do that. So I didn’t get to see him the whole time he was sick.
Even though I didn’t get to see him much, I’ll still miss him. But at least he’s not suffering any more.
