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if this is depressing, i apologize.
last night i went to eat with my mom and then we went shopping, i was really tired, but i went anyway. she bought me a mirror for my fireplace, it's really pretty and that was really nice of her. i got home around 9.45 or so, and then just watched tv for awhile, making it into bed before 12, i'm a winner.
this morning, i slept in and it was GREAT! it was so nice to be able to do that. so i woke up around 10 or so, then just hung out, around 11, jenell called and said she would be in cedar park, i was like, sure, come on over, so i went to get ready and tidy up a bit. after she called me for directions, my dad called. i was a little curious as to why he was calling since he doesn't usually call me on the weekends except to ask when i'm coming over, which he knew would be tomorrow. instead he told me that my uncle passed away this morning.
it was one of his younger brothers, and if i've never mentioned him before then i apologize. my uncle kenny was mentally handicapped, but he had done very well even with his handicap. my grandfather had started a school for kids like him and after this, a community was started so that it made it possible for them to live semi-normal lives. basically they lived in a dorm setting and had little jobs and so it kind of allowed them to live on their own. on the weekends his time was split going to my uncle dan's or aunt mary dee's and in the summer he would stay with us. several years ago we found out he had some rare form of cancer (like so rare like 1% of the population get it), this was not great news, but he did his chemo and was put in remission. several months ago, we found out it had come back, and he had just started his bouts with chemo a few weeks ago. this morning my aunt found him in bed. the doctors say he may have had a stroke, whatever happened, it just seemed so wrong that he was taken from us. my uncle never complained about anything, everything he did or ate was always the BEST! he was always happy. i've cried about it, i know he's not suffering anymore and he's in a place far better than any place we could ever imagine, but it is still sad. i guess i am more sad about the way he died, i just hope he didn't suffer too much when it happened, he didn't deserve that, no one does.
i doubt that i can go to the funeral since it will be in oklahoma, but i hope he knew that i loved him. everyone he came into contact with always loved him, and i know that he touched a lot of people's lives. even just to remember that our lives are too short to let the small things get to us. it's not worth that and i know i have to be reminded a lot of that.
he will most definitely be missed.
sorry i am so depressing. boo.
last night i went to eat with my mom and then we went shopping, i was really tired, but i went anyway. she bought me a mirror for my fireplace, it's really pretty and that was really nice of her. i got home around 9.45 or so, and then just watched tv for awhile, making it into bed before 12, i'm a winner.
this morning, i slept in and it was GREAT! it was so nice to be able to do that. so i woke up around 10 or so, then just hung out, around 11, jenell called and said she would be in cedar park, i was like, sure, come on over, so i went to get ready and tidy up a bit. after she called me for directions, my dad called. i was a little curious as to why he was calling since he doesn't usually call me on the weekends except to ask when i'm coming over, which he knew would be tomorrow. instead he told me that my uncle passed away this morning.
it was one of his younger brothers, and if i've never mentioned him before then i apologize. my uncle kenny was mentally handicapped, but he had done very well even with his handicap. my grandfather had started a school for kids like him and after this, a community was started so that it made it possible for them to live semi-normal lives. basically they lived in a dorm setting and had little jobs and so it kind of allowed them to live on their own. on the weekends his time was split going to my uncle dan's or aunt mary dee's and in the summer he would stay with us. several years ago we found out he had some rare form of cancer (like so rare like 1% of the population get it), this was not great news, but he did his chemo and was put in remission. several months ago, we found out it had come back, and he had just started his bouts with chemo a few weeks ago. this morning my aunt found him in bed. the doctors say he may have had a stroke, whatever happened, it just seemed so wrong that he was taken from us. my uncle never complained about anything, everything he did or ate was always the BEST! he was always happy. i've cried about it, i know he's not suffering anymore and he's in a place far better than any place we could ever imagine, but it is still sad. i guess i am more sad about the way he died, i just hope he didn't suffer too much when it happened, he didn't deserve that, no one does.
i doubt that i can go to the funeral since it will be in oklahoma, but i hope he knew that i loved him. everyone he came into contact with always loved him, and i know that he touched a lot of people's lives. even just to remember that our lives are too short to let the small things get to us. it's not worth that and i know i have to be reminded a lot of that.
he will most definitely be missed.
