Uncle passed away on Saturday. Auntie was with him and he just slipped away. It was quiet and peaceful and he was with his one true love. I am happy he is not suffering but heartbroken by the loss. He was my Uncle.
Dick Clark (Yes, I am quoting Dick Clark) always said “Music is the soundtrack of your life” and he was right. If I hear a certain song or piece of music more often then not a specific memory surfaces. When Dad passed the only noise in my head for months was “Let It Be”. Since early Sunday morning when I got the call that Uncle had passed my head has been full of this. It’s like it is on a continuous loop in my head. It is very comforting. Music was a huge part of Dad and Uncle’s life. I wonder if that has anything to do with it.
I think if you looked for the definition of Family in the dictionary you would see a picture of my Dad and My Uncle. They were the definition of family.
Dad and Uncle were the best of friends. Is it any surprise?
My heart is broken for my Aunt. She is our rock. She has lost her brother and her husband in a short 7 months. It is not fair.
I don’t think I will ever be able to sleep through the night again. I have given up on sleep.
My beloved sister set her alarm to 5:30 in the morning so that she could call me at 7:30 to tell me about Uncle. She did not want me to hear that Uncle has passed from anybody but her. Is it any wonder why I love her so much?
As usual when something bad happens in my life my friends circle in and bring me huge comfort. I am a lucky girl.
I was talking to Ugo and he reminded me how very blessed we were. As usual he was comforting me when I should have been comforting him but none the less he was right, we were blessed. My Uncle wanted for nothing in life. He was married to his best friend, had 2 children that he adored, a beloved granddaughter and family and friends that filled every moment of his life. He was successful in all the ways that mattered most, family and faith. Like Auntie told me, there were absolutely no regrets. Who could ask for anything more?
This is exactly how I feel and what Ugo meant about us being so lucky:
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
When my Aunt and Dad were little my Aunt would often look at the moon and ask my Father to get it for her. She wanted the moon. When my Aunt married Uncle my Father gave her a beautiful print of a man in the moon. He said that in marrying Uncle she had everything she had ever wanted. It has been hanging on their living room wall for as long as I can remember. Whenever I look at the moon I will think of their great love and I will think of Uncle. Always.
I will miss my Uncle.
I miss my Dad.
P.S. I pray for a day that we can send our children to school without worry and a person does not need to “Come Out” publicly to declare their sexuality and can just be.