For anyone who keeps up with my blogs you know I just buried my grandfather this past wednesday. However the bad news didnt stop there, last night my family and I was informed that my Uncle Skip had laid in his house for two days after having a very very bad stroke. Weather it was the stroke or the delay of medical attention he suffered from having over half his brain in a pool of blood. Thus causing him to bleed from the nose and mouth.
Within n hour of being found he was taking to the local hopsital and put on life support. By the time I got to the hopsital I noticed the medical air lift chopper landing and deep down I knew it was for my uncle. Within second of seeing him the chopper indeed take him to UC hopsital where four hours later he was pronounned brain dead two hours after that they took him off life support.
Now for some reason my family doesnt seem to understand why I am taking my uncle's my death so hard. Grant that he is my uncle by marriage but to me that is beside the point.
Uncle Skip was a very hard man who had disowned his childern and had recently tore himself away from my aunt. But to me that dosent matter now. I just want grive for him and not have to hear how horrible of man he was.
Sadly enough what adds to hurt is that he had wanted things done his way and sadly with his childern involed they are not following his last wishs.
At this point in time I am going on about 3 hours of sleep and may God forgive me cause I simply ran out of tears hours ago...
So as I sit here remembering my uncle please PLEASE if there is a family member that you have grown distane from or havent expressed your love to do it! In flash you might not have the chance.
