In the space of three days last weekend I gained a cousin, lost an uncle and saw my father turn 60.
My mother's younger brother died on friday night of cancer. A couple of months ago he fell off a chair and fractured his leg. When it refused to heal he went in for tests and found out that there was cancer in the bone. When they took him in for an MRI they found masses in his leg, his lungs and his brain. From then on it was all pretty much downhill. And pretty fast too.
As of my World Cup post he was lying in bed doped up on painkillers, but still lucid. A couple of weeks later he could barely put together legible sentences and couldn't remember some people. He spent the last two weeks of his life in the hospitol being watched over by his family and slowly slipping away. By the end I was just hoping he wouldn't have to be so helpless or in so much pain anymore.
Last Thursday his younger brother had his second chld. A boy. He gets named today. On friday he passed away. Friday was also my father's 60th birthday.
Not quite the day any of us wanted. At this point I just take comfort in the fact that he isn't in pain anymore. It hurts to see my mother broken up though. Things have been bad enough for her as it is recently. I'm just hoping we're done with the bad news for now.
Spend all the time you can with those you love people. You don't know when or how you'll see them again