The big question
This week threw me for a loop. On Monday morning, before coffee and midway through being dressed, I found out an uncle had passed away the night before. It was not with that dreaded phone call, but on facebook of all places. While I was not-too-impressed with finding out in this manner, I was happy to have found out before starting my work day.
So this week has been going through the process that comes with death. It’s hard to mourn someone you weren’t exactly close with, yet still was someone you saw regularly and was there as, well, family. It was my mother’s brother. The first of the siblings to pass away. She took it pretty good. On Monday she was still sleep deprived but had already shed tears and was doing okay.
The funeral is tomorrow. I’m on sandwich duty this afternoon, for the post-funeral lunch. I also have some brownies to ice. At least I can help in some little way. It’s weird how food sort of turned into something I could offer. On top of the plethora of phone calls and hugs of course.
