Two nights ago my mom got word from her sister that their younger brother (and my uncle) at the age of 50 had died. Me and my mother both instantly broke out into tears, and are off to Niagara Falls tomorrow for the visitations and service tuesday/wednesday. It has been an emotional few days and I have been going through weird fazes of being fine, and then breaking down completely, since me and my uncle were close. It is a hard thing to conceptualize him in any place other than heaven, and at a time like this that brings me comfort, but it also arriases questions that we cannot know. Like why now, at his age? And such things. I think at great length about everything all the time, and this is no exception. Anyway it's not something I can know, but something I can believe. I have only in the last month or so begun to embrace religion as I have always dismissed it at GREAT length being an athiest, and for some reason this perticular instance of death has not broken it or made me angry at God like I thought it would. I almost feel like it has improved because It didn't and God now has part of my family with him, which almost feels like I have more of a connection than I did before.
Anyway R.I.P Uncle Sammy and I will see you in the next life.
Anyway R.I.P Uncle Sammy and I will see you in the next life.
