Today has been a horrible day for me. When I was out last night, I got one of the most harrowing calls of my life. One of my Uncles, whom I haven't seen in a long time, died in his sleep. He was very young and died, peacefully, at the age of 47. For a long time, he was one of the best friends I could ask for. He was funny, a graceful person and very honest about everything. He moved away when I was 15 to Wimbledon and I never saw him again, except for one time at my cousin's wedding.
His death, albeit sudden wasn't a surprise as he battled cancer for a few years. Given that my Gran died of the same disease last year, this death brought all of that back. I may not have known him as well as I should have over the last few years but his death really hit home for me. I know that I really shouldn't be saying any of this to you guys but writing it down on paper seems to make it a little better. Getting it off of my chest seems to be the easiest thing to do.
Sorry for bringing this here but I really didn't know where else to put it.
So, RIP my uncle, friend and teacher. I love you.
His death, albeit sudden wasn't a surprise as he battled cancer for a few years. Given that my Gran died of the same disease last year, this death brought all of that back. I may not have known him as well as I should have over the last few years but his death really hit home for me. I know that I really shouldn't be saying any of this to you guys but writing it down on paper seems to make it a little better. Getting it off of my chest seems to be the easiest thing to do.
Sorry for bringing this here but I really didn't know where else to put it.
So, RIP my uncle, friend and teacher. I love you.
