My dad's brother died on Friday night. He had been in the hospital in recent weeks and wasn't happy about it. Still, his death came a little sooner than we expected.
My uncle stopped talking to my father shortly after my aunt died. He wouldn't even acknowledge my dad's presence if they were in the same room together. On Friday night, when my parents were here, my dad was telling me that my uncle had finally agreed to see him. Eagerly agreed, even. I asked if he was going to go and he said yes. Unfortunately, my uncle died before my parents even made it home that night.
The funeral today wasn't an overly somber affair. There were tears but there were also stories and laughter and country music playing in the background. The short graveside service was also nice. He was buried with letters from his great-grandchildren, a pack of smokes, and a mini bottle of rum. He would have liked that.
There was more to my day than the funeral but I'll write about the rest tomorrow.
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