I didn't expect the phone call I received today from my mother to inform me that my uncle had been found dead in his apartment this morning.
Sometimes, life just seems to slap you in the face with its intensity. I was in the process of writing him a letter to mail with his Christmas card and boom! he's gone.
I haven't really processed it at all.
It's too new. Too close.
I'm worried about my mother because she already has a lot going on with herself and now, she'll have this to care of as well because Uncle A.D. is not able to do it and Uncle Ken had no other relatives. No wife, no children. Plus, he was her baby brother and that's got to be really difficult.