solon_kitten | My uncle passed this morning.

I got the call from hospice about 05:45 this morning that my uncle passed away. It hasn't really even been that long since he went in, but it happened. He was in bad shape, but I didn't think he was that bad off. The cancer, and the treatment, must have just done too much to him.

I'll go into more later, when I've had some time to calm down (yes, I'm crying as I write this), but the fact that he's not hurting anymore is what's important. He was the last of the four who raised me, with my mother (his sister) being the first to pass, then my grandmother, my step-grandfather (his step-father), and now him. It's...not the best feeling in the world, but a necessary one.

The thing is... The nights when he was here before he left for hospice, when I was still sleep deprived, I saw pretty much everyone who'd gone before him in the living room, watching over him. Not sure if it was delusion, or if I saw something that I shouldn't have been able to see, but there were even people I didn't recognize from any photos or anything in there. But around his bed were his father and step-father, his mom, his sister, and the two brothers who passed before him. Regardless of if it was the sleep deprivation or not, I know he didn't go alone, and he isn't alone. He's got everyone with him, supporting him wherever he is now.

I'm going to be throwing myself at some work on the house today. Creative writing isn't going to come out right if I try that right now.