He's gone

He died this morning. I know that he's better off now. I know that he deserved so much better than the quality of life he had in that hospital. This was what he wanted. I just want to be a little sad right now.

I think I'm going to call my grandmother and tell her. She doesn't pick up for any other family members numbers, but I don't think she has my cell phone number. What terrifies me is that she won't care. He wanted to see her so bad.

He lived a wonderful life. His death wasn't quite worthy of it. But at least he's a bit more free now.

I love you Uncle. You were my uncle growing up. Everyone on my dad's side lived all over the country, but you were there every time I went to see grandma. While you were technically my "great" uncle, you were in some ways more of an uncle to me than anyone else. You were a wonderful, loving man and I will miss you.

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Apparently one of the reasons Uncle wanted off the respirator was because he wanted to eat again. He's been fed through an IV for months. Well, it was his birthday last Friday (he turned 86) and they got him birthday cake and a good meal. He apparently was talking the entire time about how amazing all the food was. I thought it was so cute and thoughtful that they got him some birthday cake. : )