The loss of a life is never easy...1:06 PM
on valentines day my uncle lost his battle with cancer.
i still have a hard time accepting that statement.
i was luckily able fly down to florida on the 11th, the morning after he was moved to hospice, and had the chance to spend his last few days with him and my family.
I knew when i moved away i would miss out on certain events with friends and family but i hoped it wouldn't be anything like this.
my uncle was in his early 50's and was strong and kind.
he was a bus driver, he loved to sing, and was always willing to help.
he raised chickens, pigs, rabbits, and turkeys (in a average house on a cul-de-sac in a residential neighborhood).
my uncle was amazing.
my last memory of my uncle was in august before he was diagnosed with cancer (the last time i saw him before he went to into hospice).
he had gotten off a long shift at work and he came all the way out to my moms to see us. it was the last day Chris and i were in florida and for some reason i had to cut the meeting short to run some stupid errand.
i thought i had time, i thought he would be fine.