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A goofy little miss that's here to write and draw to her heart's content. Her imagination doesn't know when to shut off.

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    Christmas Newsletter

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Family Tragedy · 12:25am Aug 7th, 2020

I've been processing this for a couple days now, though I'm still having trouble wrapping my mind around it. It's funny, really, that it typically starts out as a normal day.

So, Monday, Mom and I were driving home after an errand (in case you're wondering, my state relaxed the lockdown stuff so things are... semi-normal, aside from the lack of large public gatherings. No, I don't care about any spikes in cases, and at this point I'd rather catch the stupid virus than deal with all the whining and guilt-tripping and paranoia about it), talking about stuff like how we might need to replace our van because it's a piece of junk. At a stoplight, Mom gets a call from Grandma, and as usual I'm curious about what it's about--especially since this time, Mom seemed a little more somber. So, when she hung up, I asked about it and learned that my uncle had a fall and was on a life flight to the hospital.

"Life flight" didn't register with me at first, and I ended up thinking it was just one of those pratfalls that you're like, "Oooh, that's oughta hurt" at first, but time goes on and the incident becomes hilarious--l like when another uncle got launched into the air by a pulley and had a hard landing on the ground, which required a lot of stitches. But then I thought, "Wait, wait, a life flight? Oh, no, how bad was that fall?"

Basically, what happened was that our uncle was working on a stairwell when he lost his grip and fell two stories, onto some concrete, and worst of all, on his head. The damage to both his head and neck was bad enough, even after emergency surgery, that there was little chance of him making it through the night.

That evening, Dad gathered our family in the living room where we said a prayer for our uncle and his family. Dad admitted to an impression similar to when Grandpa was dying, that "His work is done, and it's time for him to come home". Dad was so sad about it, since he was friends with this uncle and credits him for teaching him how to hunt. Mom was as well, saying that she knew him since she was a teenager (this uncle is her brother-in-law), and frankly... we all were, to the point that half of us cried. And we're all still in shock, wondering if this is real, keeping our aunt and cousins in our thoughts and prayers.

Our uncle did make it through the night, but his brain function was kaput, so his wife and eldest son only kept him on life support long enough to arrange organ donations. He passed away later that evening.

It's bizarre, I was mentally preparing myself for Grandma's eventual passing (she's 90, nobody would be surprised, though we'd still be sad), and then my uncle gets into a freak accident. Even more bizarre is that I'm just switching between sadness and grief over his sudden passing, and then continuing on with my life as normal and enjoying silly stuff as usual. I know I'm just a niece that wasn't in his everyday life, and I know his immediate family is taking it harder (my aunt especially), but I feel a little guilty for not being more solemn. My sister's the same way, and it's a little comforting for my cousin (the one that lived with us while attending college, and is the passed uncle's daughter) to visit us as normal, and as long as we remember him, it's all right to still be silly at times while we're all still processing and grieving (that said, we're probably going to fall apart at the viewing).

I'd probably be acting different if it had been my dad, though.

It's still really weird, though. I saw him just a couple weeks ago, goofing around with another uncle by tossing and catching latter's grandson, playing with his own grandkids, helping me out with cooking a hot dog because I don't like manwiches, and just generally being a good host. He was always a teaser, and a champion of infuriating Dad jokes like his response to me (or some other girl in the family) saying I'm his niece--"You're my knees?" *puts hands on knees in shock*

Admittedly, I guess I saw him as the de facto patriarch of that side of the family, though it is partly because most of our get-togethers were at his house, so he and his wife were the hosts. Still, he was a very kind, generous, and spiritual man, and it's not going to be the same without him. We're still keeping his wife and eight children (plus the kids-in-law and grandchildren) in our thoughts and prayers.

Anyway, I guess I'm in a weird place right now.

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Comments ( 6 )

My sincerest condolences. Still, speaking from experience with losing some of my own relatives, silliness can be an effective coping mechanism, especially when remembering a shameless punster.

I'm sorry. It's never easy to lose someone. Do whatever you need to do to make it through.

Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday. Unseen, unheard, but always near. Still loved, still missed, and very dear.

I'm very sorry, but I'm glad your uncle's family was able to say goodbye in their own way. Everyone processes grief in different ways, depending on their relationship with the deceased, there's no "wrong way" to do it.

Your Uncle sounds like a great guy who was a joy to everyone else in your family, and I'm sure he'd be glad to know you are bouncing back and being silly.

Oh, I am so sorry. I almost never stop by, so I just saw this. This must have been a terrible shock.


Thank you for your condolences. I'm still in a bit of shock, but I suppose the funeral this week can give the whole family some closure.

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