Our phone rang at 6.15am. It was my cousin, the one I am very close to, the one I speak with weekly especially as her parents have declined in health. My wonderful, loving uncle passed away this morning. Talk about the universe giving a proverbial slap in the face, whilst I have allowed myself to be beaten down by this campaign of hate, he has been fighting cancer. We knew it was coming, but it is still heartbreaking when it actually happens. I wrote of him here. After the initial dire prognosis he had rallied, and remained in his own home until very recently. We saw both him and my Aunt in January, at home, happy.
Of course, once he was in the nursing home and they processed his diagnosis, the morphine was pumped in. Now, after not getting much sense from my heartbroken cousin, I sit and wonder what took his life. The cancer that had seemed to slow incredibly, or the morphine they administer so forcefully.
RIP Uncle Darleigh, you were well loved and will be truly missed. Say hello to the old bugger for me, I'm sure he'll be at the gate waiting.
Now I must organise my final journey to see him. I do not know how my Aunt will go on without him, they lived for each other.
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