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My brother and I just returned to Gainesville from Cleveland after spending the week sitting shiva for our uncle. It was a very sad week; words cannot describe the impending misery which has begun to fall on my family. My grandparents are devestated, as are my cousins and my dad. I've not cried so often in my life without the ability to hold back at least some of the deluge. I know life goes on, but how is one supposed to cope? I am going to be ok, but I fear for my cousins. They have had no experience without their father; he was the most devoted and loving person. It's a fucked up thing.