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I'm not sure how to put this into words. I'm shaking and I am just in total and utter disbelief.
My Uncle Don just passed away.
No words can describe his role in my life. He gave my family the house we live in, he always made sure I was taken care of, he was willing to go to the ends of the Earth for my sister and I. He was a father to me when I had none, when there was no one else, he would take me out to breakfast and put a smile on my face.
We had Christmas at his house every year.
Well, folks, he died tonight. Out of nowhere. Barely fifty. He had a massive heart attack and died.
WHAT KIND OF FUCKING WORLD IS THIS?
That's what I feel right now.
WHAT KIND OF FUCKING WORLD TAKES AWAY SUCH A LOVING, CARING INDIVIDUAL?
And there are murderers and RAPISTS walking the fucking street. And this man, a father of two, uncle of countless, friend of everyone who met him, has to go away so suddenly. No one has a chance to say goodbye. He just goes.
There are no words. No fucking words.
I woke up at twelve thirty to hear the phone ringing followed by my mother wailing. Wailing. And I walk into the fucking kitchen, and she is on the floor wailing.
This is the second time I heard that wail. The wail of a woman who just lost someone so close to her, and she can't imagine life without them. I heard it the first time when my best friend's mother got the news that her sister killed herself. And tonight I heard it again.
He is not biologically related to me. Nor is he related to my mother by any means. He is my father's sister's husband. But there has been no other uncle who has had such an impact on my life. No one who I was closer to.
My aunt mary is a widow. She has no husband. My cousins have no father. He is in some cold hospital in some fucking drawer like he was just some schmuck. BUT HE WAS NOT JUST SOME FUCKING SCHMUCK.
You know, I am so petty. I thought I had it bad when me and my mom got into a little fucking fight. IMAGINE HAVING NO MOTHER.
How am I going to go to school? HOW AM I GOING TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS? At his house? I can't. I can't even think about it.
I can't even type because I can't see through the tears.
My mom is over there right now. Rory is crying in his room. My little sister doesn't know. And I'm not going to sleep tonight. And I'm going to go through school tomorrow like a zombie.
Fuck everything, this world is so sick.
My Uncle Don just passed away.
No words can describe his role in my life. He gave my family the house we live in, he always made sure I was taken care of, he was willing to go to the ends of the Earth for my sister and I. He was a father to me when I had none, when there was no one else, he would take me out to breakfast and put a smile on my face.
We had Christmas at his house every year.
Well, folks, he died tonight. Out of nowhere. Barely fifty. He had a massive heart attack and died.
WHAT KIND OF FUCKING WORLD IS THIS?
That's what I feel right now.
WHAT KIND OF FUCKING WORLD TAKES AWAY SUCH A LOVING, CARING INDIVIDUAL?
And there are murderers and RAPISTS walking the fucking street. And this man, a father of two, uncle of countless, friend of everyone who met him, has to go away so suddenly. No one has a chance to say goodbye. He just goes.
There are no words. No fucking words.
I woke up at twelve thirty to hear the phone ringing followed by my mother wailing. Wailing. And I walk into the fucking kitchen, and she is on the floor wailing.
This is the second time I heard that wail. The wail of a woman who just lost someone so close to her, and she can't imagine life without them. I heard it the first time when my best friend's mother got the news that her sister killed herself. And tonight I heard it again.
He is not biologically related to me. Nor is he related to my mother by any means. He is my father's sister's husband. But there has been no other uncle who has had such an impact on my life. No one who I was closer to.
My aunt mary is a widow. She has no husband. My cousins have no father. He is in some cold hospital in some fucking drawer like he was just some schmuck. BUT HE WAS NOT JUST SOME FUCKING SCHMUCK.
You know, I am so petty. I thought I had it bad when me and my mom got into a little fucking fight. IMAGINE HAVING NO MOTHER.
How am I going to go to school? HOW AM I GOING TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS? At his house? I can't. I can't even think about it.
I can't even type because I can't see through the tears.
My mom is over there right now. Rory is crying in his room. My little sister doesn't know. And I'm not going to sleep tonight. And I'm going to go through school tomorrow like a zombie.
Fuck everything, this world is so sick.