Pihoto from last nights 'mallow roasting at the beach.
My uncle passed away. Mom came out to stay on Saturday to take care of all the details. He was her brother. My uncle Lenn. They were very close. There are so many things that have to be done. Paperwork. Calls to the coroners office. Decisions you never think you'll have to make. Decisions you don't want to have to make. Things that make the grieving process even harder.
I keep thinking back to that day- remembering how it was for me and what I was doing. I had to take Henry to the Dr. for a follow-up on some shots and then we had to drive somewhere else for him to get blood drawn. It took forever- several hours. The traffic was horrid. The 2 appointments weren't anywhere near each other. I snapped those pictures of Henry in the glasses at the Dr's office. We came home exhausted and that night I hung out with the girls, watching a chick flick, when everything happened.
My uncle was here, at our home 3 months ago along with Mom. We went to the beach two days in a row. I can't find any of the pictures I took of him. He was feeding Kate watermelon on a beach blanket and chuckling at the crazy antics of a very curious 4-year old. We were going to go to dinner. He was a vegetarian. My Mom can't eat anything with flour. I remember laughing & thinking 'where on earth am I going to take them??' We settled on a little cafe up in Westwood Village. He had a vegetarian panini with tomato soup which he absolutely loved.
A year ago in May. days before Kate was due, he lost his wife unexpectedly. I remember being so pregnant. Here I was waiting to bring a little life into the world, while others were losing theirs. And mere hours after we learned of her passing, we received another call that my cousins 25 year old wife had passed, leaving 2 babies behind. What was happening?
And here I am again, growing and waiting for another baby. Waiting to bring another life into the world while another life is leaving it. I think he died of a broken heart, not knowing how much he was loved. Truely loved. I think he knows now. He was kind and intuitive. He had a Masters Degree in Social Work. He cared for others deeply. He was tender-hearted and generous. The papers had it wrong. He was not a transient. It hurt to even read it. That someone would even assume, not knowing the facts, but so eager to put to print.
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