Well.
It looks like someone else has kicked the bucket.
My uncle Tommy is dead- didn't really know him that well, though. I only met him once. He was mentally retarded so when I saw him it was at a care facility.
Why he died is unknown. He was apparently in a lot of pain, though. He had to get surgery and he did but the hospital released him early because the longer he stayed there the more money it would cost them. The couldn't give him medication because of the surgery or something like that...
I wonder what happened. More than anything I'm just wishing he didn't have to be in so much pain in the few days before his death.
I only met him once for maybe an hour or two. I'm not crying but I feel depressed and it's really quite irritating. I don't know why I'm so sad over someone I met only once.
Ah well. So is life. Hopefully, despite his pain in death, he'll be happier up in the clouds hanging with God. Won't have to wear a helmet to protect himself from bashing his head against the wall anymore.
R.I.P. Uncle Tommy
 MythicalYoko · Thu Jan 28, 2010 @ 03:34pm · 2 Comments |
