As DR singdaw mentioned, I have had a loss in my family...again.
I received a call at 6:12 a.m. from my cousin Debra informing me that her daddy, my Uncle Rock, had died around 4:30 a.m.
He was the husband of my mom's sister, Doris, who passed away last year the week before Thanksgiving.
He had just turned 89 at the end of January. His last couple of weeks were rather sad as he was mostly bedridden and didn't know who was with him or where his wife was.
It's both a relief and a devastation for my cousins. This time last year, they were marvelling that they were the only people their ages that they knew whose parents were both alive.
I feel sorry for my cousins, and I am sad that he has had no quality of life for the past three or four months, but...I never felt close to him. This simply is what it is.