My uncle died today.

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We used to be close, when I was little. When I was in middle school, my uncle, aunt and their kids moved to Florida. After I went to college, my parents moved away from Chicago. Everyone drifted apart a little.

My uncle and aunt came to see my mom the week before she died.
Exactly one month later he was diagnosed with advanced prostate cancer. That was three years, six months and 13 days ago.

I love you, Uncle Bill. Even if I never got to say it enough.