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My uncle was a kind soul. Between the two brothers, my dad and him, he was the one who always made my dad smile. Incredibly charismatic, I remember the first time I ever used a Kinect was when I played that adventure Kinect game for the Xbox 360. One day, he picked me up from elementary school in that Saturn, and I had to use the bathroom so bad that I peed myself in his car. He didn't get upset even though I was bawling; he took me to McDonald's after. In college, we would call, and at times, he would send me money even when he was laid off. I didn't even know. To me, he always kept himself guarded. I never knew what he was struggling with. He died about a week ago and i'm sitting here typing this in his home I never visited. It's hard for me to go down into the garage and look at his old photos. I see myself in him, and so does my family. I wish I knew what consumed him, what shame he had, that he had to indulge in a bottle he couldn't put down. He truly brought joy to this family that we needed, and it's hard for me to even fathom that he's permanently gone. He died before Thanksgiving, and we would always come together to celebrate and meet at my parents' house. I just kept thinking any minute he's going to step through that door, any minute. I fortunately had arrived in Vegas before he died to say goodbye, but it's hard to get the image of him out of my head, kept alive solely because of medication. tubes stretching across his body, 10 different machines hooked onto him, just keeping his heart beating. His body couldn't handle the shock of his surgery; his small intestines and liver had eroded and died. He was my grandma's road dog, the one among the brothers who kept her happy. He was a tortured soul, but always found a way to make the people around him feel a little more joy in their lives. I wish he had stayed. It's been hard being here, touching his items, seeing his life, the one he wouldn't let me see. I miss him, I miss what my family once was. I wish I had known how to say goodbye, what words to help, but looking at him, knowing this would be the last time I would see him warm. My words stumbled outside my lips, a mixture of I love yous and I'm sorrys meandered their way into his ear. His death was sudden and painful. Im glad he isn;t suffering anymore but I wish he was here.
My Uncle Edward
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Hey, first of all, I am so sorry for your loss. I believe I can empathize with the situation you are dealing with. A few weeks ago Ive lost a person who I saw myself in as well. It's a hard situation to be in but please, stay strong. I bet your uncle wouldn't want you to torment yourself over his passing. :)
Thank you for reaching out, it means a lot. I’m sorry for your loss too. I don’t feel like I’m tormenting myself, but I’ve been seeing his life from a perspective I never had the chance to before. Even though it hurts, there’s a sense of peace in knowing he’s doing better now. :))
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Thank you for reaching out, it means a lot. I’m sorry for your loss too. I don’t feel like I’m tormenting myself, but I’ve been seeing his life from a perspective I never had the chance to before. Even though it hurts, there’s a sense of peace in knowing he’s doing better now. :))
by jaiturn; ; Report
Thank you for reaching out, it means a lot. I’m sorry for your loss too. I don’t feel like I’m tormenting myself, but I’ve been seeing his life from a perspective I never had the chance to before. Even though it hurts, there’s a sense of peace in knowing he’s doing better now. :))
by jaiturn; ; Report
Thank you for reaching out, it means a lot. I’m sorry for your loss too. I don’t feel like I’m tormenting myself, but I’ve been seeing his life from a perspective I never had the chance to before. Even though it hurts, there’s a sense of peace in knowing he’s doing better now. :))
by jaiturn; ; Report
Thank you for reaching out, it means a lot. I’m sorry for your loss too. I don’t feel like I’m tormenting myself, but I’ve been seeing his life from a perspective I never had the chance to before. Even though it hurts, there’s a sense of peace in knowing he’s doing better now. :))
by jaiturn; ; Report
Thank you for reaching out, it means a lot. I’m sorry for your loss too. I don’t feel like I’m tormenting myself, but I’ve been seeing his life from a perspective I never had the chance to before. Even though it hurts, there’s a sense of peace in knowing he’s doing better now. :))
by jaiturn; ; Report
Thank you for reaching out, it means a lot. I’m sorry for your loss too. I don’t feel like I’m tormenting myself, but I’ve been seeing his life from a perspective I never had the chance to before. Even though it hurts, there’s a sense of peace in knowing he’s doing better now. :))
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