My uncle died last week. We all knew it was coming. He had cancer about 10 years ago and he beat it, but the fight took it's toll. And over the last couple of years he kept getting worse and worse, in and out of the hospital.
So he finally passed, I called my cousins to talk and see how they're all doing. And when I hung up, I cried so hard for about a minute, it was so unexpected, I didn't think it would hit me that hard. And I couldn't even make it to the funeral. This time of year, flying across the planet costs so much, so I feel like shit too for not being there for them. At least we're a big family so I know others were there, but these were my closest cousins.
I'll miss you, Uncle. I'll miss your terrible jokes, I'll miss stealing candy from your stash "to save you from diabetes" even though I'm 31, I'll miss staring contests where we would try to keep a straight face even though I would always lose. You'll leave a huge gap at the family reunions but we'll always be thinking of you.