Love is watching someone die.

[_takeiteasy]

My Uncle passed away Saturday night. I watched him deteriorate before my eyes. It was one of the hardest, most depressing things I've had to do in a long time. I literally sat there and saw his body shutting down. He asked if he was dying to his son, my cousin Matt. Matt said, "Yeah, Dad, you are." My Uncle asked why. Matt said, "Your kidneys are failing. And so is your liver." My Uncle had to push his sentences out because his lungs were filling with fluid. He begged for dialysis or anything to save him.

And what was equally as hard, if not harder, was watching his kids watch him die. Those three cousins are some of the nicest kids I know. I don't think I know anyone as genuine and good natured as them. My heart breaks for them.

It's been a while since I've questioned what happens after you die.
I'm having trouble sleeping without Jamie next to me.