Yeah, when I get where I’m goin’, don’t cry for me down here.

My uncle passed away this morning. He had been ill for some time but as recently as one month ago, there was hope that he might soon be well enough to be eligible for a lung transplant. Sadly, over the last two weeks, he deteriorated rapidly. And then this morning, surrounded by those he loved most, he slipped away.

I don’t get too bugged by death. I’ll miss my uncle; he was one of my favorite relatives. I feel bad for my aunt and my cousins; his absence will be felt so much more acutely in their lives. But death, to me, is just part of life. It happens to all of us at one point or another. I believe in heaven and I hope and pray that my loved ones will be there should I squeek through. But no matter what exactly waits for us after we die, our earthly worries are over. No, I don’t feel bad for the deceased. I feel bad for the living.

Goodbye uncle Doug. You were a heck of a good guy. I will miss you.

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  • vivamaxine says:

    Yes, you are right, I think in that its the living who know need our concern when they have lost a loved one. However, unlike you I am not fortunate enough to have any faith in any higher being. However, the dead have nothing more to worry about, that is for sure. I lost my father over 6 years ago now, and all I can say is that I miss him more every day. So in some ways I fear death, not my own, but selfishly the death of those I care for, as I know I am not going to like not having them around.
    Maxine

  • Rizza says:

    Sorry to hear that, Sean. You seem to have a good perspective on the whole thing though. Thoughts and prayers nonetheless.

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