Yesterday my uncle's immediate family huddled at his bedside in the hospital…one last time.
My aunt, cousins, his brother and sisters, his grandchildren--even the family dog made an appearance. All the people who were there for him this past year-and-a-half to say their goodbyes.
On my way to work, my aunt called and told me my uncle passed away in his hospital room around 5:30 this morning.
I feel bad for keeping my distance and not taking on an active role towards the end, but my youngest cousin took care of his dad beautifully.
I will miss his heavy Chicago accent, his laugh which was reminiscent of Barney Rubble's, and whenever he'd call me "sunshine".
Rest in peace, Uncle Harry. I love you.