Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. I went away to Cambridge for a few days and stayed at Joey's apartment. I was happy to see him and hang out. Plus it was nice to be away from home.
We went swimming, skating and played a few rounds of sock hockey, which lead to massive rug burn. I also made a new friend, Bonnie the cat. She's so cute and slept with me at night ... some mornings she would even follow me into the bathroom, a little disturbing, but cute.
So I came home Monday night and worked last night. I wasn't feeling 100% but my mom protested me staying home. Everyone at work was worried because I looked rather pale, but alas, it was only a 4hr shift and I hung in.
This morning my mother woke me up at 6:30 to tell me that my uncle had died during the night, and that she wanted me to go help my grandmother get my sister ready for school.
Throughout the morning I called different people to tell them the news. Telling a person that a loved one has passed on is strange. There is no way to sugar coat the subject and you merely tell them that so and so has died, or rather, they've passed away.
Then comes this strange silence, and a strange change in voice. Some people were choked up and others confused. Calling them was so strange, and even worse was listening to the words coming out of my mouth.
"Bob has passed away" ... "There will be visitation on Thursday and Friday. As for the funeral, I am not sure."
I'm glad Bob's pain has ended. I am glad there is no more cancer. I am glad that he is free. I am not glad that he is no longer here. That I will not be able to sit and talk with him, that I will not be able to help wash dishes with him, play catch with him, go for a drive in his car ... I will miss him.
Tomorrow is another day, but today I shall remember. I shall remember the good times.
Good bye Uncle Bob, I will miss you!
Robert Long died February 8th 2006