He's in peace now.
My dear Uncle Mingo died this morning. He fought bravely the cancer for almost a nine months, but it was too much for him.
Rodri's devastated. And I'm not in much better shape.
Her elder daughter, Edita, is six months pregnant now... to think he'll never get to know his granddaughter (the first one, his other three grandchildren are boys)... to think he'll never see her younger daugther, Madeleine, graduate from the university, he'll never see her marrying...
To think I'm never going to listen again his deep voice and thunderous laughter, I'll never again hear him delightfully telling some family joke about the night Edita was born or when my mother in law throw him a shoe because he came home drunk along with my father in law... (in spite of all, to think about those funny times still makes me smile now).
To think I'm never going to hear him again greetin my husband "RODRIGO SOTO, MY MAN!!" or to lovingly yell to my Aunt Rosa "VIEJAAAA!!"
It still seems so surreal to think that he's dead.
The funerals are going to be this sunday. Rodri and I will travel to Curanilahue (where Tío Mingo was born, lived all his life and died) to be with the rest of the family. Rodri's family are going to Curanilahue right now and I now it pains him so much not to be able to go with them.
He'll probably travel tomorrow. I'll have to wait until sunday, because I don't want to go with Connie and I refuse to leave her overnight, even with my parents.
Thanks so much to all the people here that make kind comments or prayed for him. At least he's in peace now. And it's strangely comforting to think that he was such a good man, so I know he's really in a better place.
Rodri's devastated. And I'm not in much better shape.
Her elder daughter, Edita, is six months pregnant now... to think he'll never get to know his granddaughter (the first one, his other three grandchildren are boys)... to think he'll never see her younger daugther, Madeleine, graduate from the university, he'll never see her marrying...
To think I'm never going to listen again his deep voice and thunderous laughter, I'll never again hear him delightfully telling some family joke about the night Edita was born or when my mother in law throw him a shoe because he came home drunk along with my father in law... (in spite of all, to think about those funny times still makes me smile now).
To think I'm never going to hear him again greetin my husband "RODRIGO SOTO, MY MAN!!" or to lovingly yell to my Aunt Rosa "VIEJAAAA!!"
It still seems so surreal to think that he's dead.
The funerals are going to be this sunday. Rodri and I will travel to Curanilahue (where Tío Mingo was born, lived all his life and died) to be with the rest of the family. Rodri's family are going to Curanilahue right now and I now it pains him so much not to be able to go with them.
He'll probably travel tomorrow. I'll have to wait until sunday, because I don't want to go with Connie and I refuse to leave her overnight, even with my parents.
Thanks so much to all the people here that make kind comments or prayed for him. At least he's in peace now. And it's strangely comforting to think that he was such a good man, so I know he's really in a better place.