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bekindtostrangers) wrote2010-06-30 11:29 pm
bekindtostrangers) wrote2010-06-30 11:29 pm
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My uncle died today.
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.
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.
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But, it's so good that you were able to spend time with your uncle when you were younger, and that you had a close relationship. Family shapes so much of who we are and who we become. If you're any measure, your uncle was a really great person. We can never say 'I love you' enough, but...that's life. I'm sure your uncle knew you loved him, and as long as he knew, that's the important thing.