My uncle, dad's brother, has passed away this week.
This means that my dad has lost his brother and sister within 4 months of each other. Which means the family has been going through some really tough times. As of now, My dad and uncles seem to be doing OK, considering. But no one ever really knows. Today, I will attend a funeral where I will see family that I haven't seen in a long time and family that I see all the time. It's a bittersweet moment. Tomorrow I will attend a burial ceremony. These next two days will be tough, but I know that us as a family will get through it with all the support we receive from family and friends. And because we have to get through it. Why? Because we just do. It's a part of life. It's the only way forward.
The way I think about it, my uncle has now joined my three other uncles and aunt along with my grandma and grandpa. I'm sure they're up in heaving welcoming my uncle with open arms. I can see it now, they are up in heaven having some nice strong black coffee with bread listening to old time Spanish music.
May my uncle rest in peace and suffer no more.