We learned that my Uncle passed away a few hours after being taken off life support today. My cousins (his children) said the fight was too much for him and I can understand that. Machines were keeping him alive and that is not what he wanted, ever.

He is Lady Ali’s Godfather, my Uncle, my children’s Great Uncle, a man that I could ask advice of, a man my husband called Uncle and loved, he is loved… When my other Uncle passed in September it was a shock. He had just returned from a rehab facility so we thought he’d be moving on with his life.

With my Uncle now, it isn’t really a shock but still just as painful. I don’t think you can ever understand or expect to know what will happen when someone you love dies. There’s no rules for grieving.

My Mom is the oldest of six siblings. This is her second brother to pass in less than three months. She was caregiver for my Uncle Joe when he passed. For Uncle Jerome she was like a second mother to him. This is really hitting her hard. You see my grandmother was sick with Rhuematoid Arthritis and had mental health issues. So when Uncle Jerome was born, my Mom took care of him almost from birth.

She’s always had a place for him in her heart (as she does her other siblings) but this was a special bond. There’s a lot to the story that I may never write about. I know I can’t write about it tonight. I just want to remember him as my Uncle.

Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

Psalm 23:4

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