Eragon1882

Yesterday night (Christmas Day) my uncle had a bad heart attack and died. I was around the phone when my Dad got the call that he died. I didn't hear the whole conversation, but I knew that he was dead when my Dad said "Oh my God." I feel like I didn't know him very well. We hardly said anything to each other besides hello's and goodbye's. I saw him on Christmas Eve at a party and the next day, he was gone.

You hear about death a lot. What it feels like to have a death in the family, and that stuff. No one tells you it's so fucking unreal. My cousin is 7, and he hasn't fully wrapped his mind around it yet. I was at the house today and he acted like he normally does, as if his Dad was gone for a little while and would be back soon. It will take him a little while to finally realize he's gone and won't come back. My aunt's on medication to help her get through this. At the party (of sorts), I saw women, almost and in tears. I saw my Mom crying, her face contorted into an ugly shape. I couldn't stand the site of her. It's just insane. I realize now that the world just keeps chugging along. I believe my uncle was a great guy. I just wish I could've gotten to know him better.

He was 40 when he died.