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This has been a loooooong week.
Monday at 8:30 in the morning I get a call, it was my aunt and she told me to call my mom and tell her that my uncle had passed away. It didn't really hit me until I had said it out loud. I got dressed and went to the hospital to meet my mom. They kept asking me if I wanted to see him. I kept saying no cause I don't think I could have handled seeing him like that. He had been sick for the longest time but it still came as a shock when it happened. I got off work all week and don't go back until Monday. Tomorrow is the viewing and Friday is the service and the burial. The last time I saw him was Christmas Eve at my house. I remember him sitting there in his wheel chair kind of by himself. No one really talked to him that much I don't think. Not once did it cross my mind that that was the last time I would ever see him. The last thing I said to him was, "Marian took your present to the car" and "bye". I don't even remember if I said I love you. Usually I do. He went to the hospital around 4 in the morning case something was wrong. He was always going to the hospital so no one thought anything of it. But apparently right when he got in the ambulance his heart stopped and they couldn’t revive him. He died with none of his family with him. That's what get's me the most.