My Uncle Jim passed away in the night. About a week ago, he left the hospital and entered hospice care in a nursing home, declining further cancer and blood treatments. I knew what that meant of course, but didn’t know it would be quite this soon. My mom was talking this past weekend about going to see him next week.
Jim is the second person in my family to pass away this year. The second person our circle has lost, the second set of goodbyes in less than six months. I know part of that is getting older, but still part of me wants to just scream at something. He was too young and too good a person to pass away already, and only nine years after his wife passed away. I know it doesn’t work that way, but that inner child part just wants to yell that it’s not fair to his family, my cousins, to him.
I’m tired. Between this news, the construction that has my house ripped apart and unusable again, and the a/c that broke yesterday when it was 109 degrees outside, I think I’m about tapped out. I have a few posts pre-scheduled, but other than them, I’m probably going to be taking a little break here. I’ve signed up for that reverse readathon this weekend but have a feeling that my brain is just going to say no for now. Thank you to those of you who have been here for me and are here for me now. Please keep my family, especially my cousins who have lost both parents now, in your thoughts. Thank you.