uncle stan

On Monday, my uncle lost his battle with cancer. I haven't really acknowledged it much this week. I've been busy, I guess. Too busy to acknowledge the death of a family member? I don't know. Maybe I don't want to.

I'm not sure how I am supposed to be acting, or what I am supposed to be saying, or how I am supposed to be feeling. I certainly feel something. I feel sad. I feel sad for his kids and for my dad. I feel sad for him, that he had to go through so much before finally getting peace and comfort.

He was a good man. A master of the "I've got your nose" game, and the most jolly person I ever knew. Always smiling, always laughing about something, always so excited to see me.

I'm not sure what to say to the people who are hurting.

One thing he talked about before he died, I was told, was chocolate glazed donuts. I can get with that. I'm going to think of him every time I eat a chocolate glazed donuts (my favorite). And maybe I'll go eat one today.

UncategorizedSimone Hunt