My Uncle J, who had been fighting various types of cancer for the better part of a decade, lost his battle with bone cancer at 2:30 on Sunday morning.
He lived very close to me. About 3 miles or so. But I'd not been to visit him at all in the past two years and the guilt I've got right now because of that is enormous. Like I've got an elephant sitting on my conscience - and she has just settled in for a nice long visit.
I don't do well with illness. With watching people become sicker and sicker. But I should've sucked it up and gone to visit anyway. He was one of the good ones, ya know?
Even though I hadn't seen him, I knew he was there. I knew he still breathed, still walked, still ate really delicious pork ribs (he made the best sauce you've ever eaten). Knew he still WAS. And now he's not. He's other. I just hope he comes and visits me in my dreams.
God I'm gonna miss him.
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I am so sorry for the loss of your uncle.
Aw, I am so sorry.
I'm sorry for your loss and can sympathize with your difficulty seeing him.
Be gentle with yourself. I send my condolences. It's hard to lose loved ones and I think it's quite natural to feel that we could/should have done more. He must have known you loved him.
So sorry for your loss...thinking of you.
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