Yesterday felt like fall
I started to miss Kalamazoo yesterday. I know it was the air, because the moment I stepped outside I was like "Oh I love kalamazoo in the fall, but wait, I'm in Bloomfuck hills." Oh well. I just miss the atmosphere there this time of year. Everybody is excited about class, but trying to get their last minute wastedness in. Everybody enjoys the crisp air outside on there porches and hates spending what-could-be-beer-money on books. Its a WONDERFUL time. I am going to miss sitting in the grass in front of Waldo watching all the people walking by. I am REALLY going to miss watching the trees change. Kalamazoo is EXTREMELY pretty in the fall, and I'm not going to be there to enjoy it. Hopefully, I will be able to visit for halloween (also Laura and Mikes B-Days!)
Yesterday I got a call from my Mom saying that my Uncle had passed away and I needed to come home. I didn't know what to say or what to do, so I went to the bathroom to be alone. As soon as I got to the bathroom I started bawling. I always expected myself to take this situation rationally because I knew he was sick. But still I cried for a LONG time. It wasn't until I got home and saw my mom that I realized how selfish I was being in my feelings. My uncle has been the most important person in my mothers life. With both of her parents passed away, he has been her "father" for most of her life. He was my only relative that actually cared about my dreams and passions. His name was "Uncle" Billy, but he was everything I wanted in a "grandpa".
I am so happy he died in his peaceful sleep and not in some terrible situation. He was such a great man. He was a storyteller, adventure seeker and a cuddly bear. I am going to miss him soooo much.
Yesterday I got a call from my Mom saying that my Uncle had passed away and I needed to come home. I didn't know what to say or what to do, so I went to the bathroom to be alone. As soon as I got to the bathroom I started bawling. I always expected myself to take this situation rationally because I knew he was sick. But still I cried for a LONG time. It wasn't until I got home and saw my mom that I realized how selfish I was being in my feelings. My uncle has been the most important person in my mothers life. With both of her parents passed away, he has been her "father" for most of her life. He was my only relative that actually cared about my dreams and passions. His name was "Uncle" Billy, but he was everything I wanted in a "grandpa".
I am so happy he died in his peaceful sleep and not in some terrible situation. He was such a great man. He was a storyteller, adventure seeker and a cuddly bear. I am going to miss him soooo much.