supergoddess

This diary is my kief,hashish,&opium pip
2006-06-22 03:42:56 (UTC)

Loss

One day a few weeks ago, I was at the beach with my mom and my
grandma called me and told me that my Uncle Bob just got way sicker than he
already was.

I already planned to go to New Jersey on June 19th but because he was so
sick, I agreed to drive down with my grandparents to New Jersey to see him
before he died.

Part of the reason I decided (on my own) to go was because when my grandpa
Daddy Emil died, I didn't get to see him before he died. I hadn't seen him
since I was like, 4 or something. and I felt guilty and terrible about it. And
because I love my uncle I wanted to see him before he died too.

Well we drove for hours and hours, and the next morning before we got there
we got a phone call saying he died at 10 am.

Things never really hit me until they're right in front of me, and I don't know
why.

When I got there, I can't even tell you how sad it was. I've never lost anyone
that close to me before, and I've never seen my family mourn like that before.

It was just so sad, especially my aunt.

I didn't cry until at the wake when I hugged my aunt, the second time I cried
was at the funeral when his daughter read something she wrote for him that
just got me bursting into tears.

Tara was really upset because she'd known him her whole life. I can't imagine
what that would be like, I've known him a few years.

Rest in Peace Bob- you're greatly missed




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