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.

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He knew you loved him, no matter how many times you did or didn't get to say it. You have happy memories of him, and that's what's important.

I'm so sorry, baby. You know I'm always here. (and can provide bad jokes too if you need them.)