We never know when our last walk here on the big earth will be.
What about our last good morning?
We never know when our last kiss goodbye will be.
What about the last look in their eyes?
We never know when our last laugh will be.
What about our last yell?
We never know when our last hug will be.
What about our last holding hands?
We never know when our last meal together will be.
What about our last date together?
We never know when our last breath will be.
What about the last breath and you didn’t get to say goodbye.
This happened to my family.
My uncle’s health had been going downhill. These past ten years they have slipped faster. Just last month my uncle and aunt along with my godson moved. I’m the one my uncle calls to come help. He says, “Call Sissy, she knows how to pack and get things done.” Of course, I’m all for it. Helping them move was a job, this time, moving to a smaller place, but taking everything with them.
At the beginning of this month, my uncle was rushed to the hospital. We knew he would be coming home. So I’m off on the fast horse to my aunt’s to help get ready for him to come home. As we sorted through things I felt the emptiness when we got to my uncle’s belongings. Now mind he was coming home. We didn’t get too much done with that sorting. Here we are just a few weeks, my uncle was taken to the hospital by my Godson, their son. This was a trip like all the others, he’ll be home soon. My aunt was work when this took place. They were preparing for him to come home. That he did, he went home, but to Heaven HOME. The last time aunt had seen her husband was the morning before she went to work. With this virus going around she could only talk to him. As his health worsened, she only got to talk to the nurses.
Tonight like any other night my aunt calls to give me the update. The hospital had to make some changes today. We spoke just a bit longer and hung up. Just as I sat my phone down, God told me that My Uncle would be joining our other love ones in Heaven.
I just hung up with my aunt, she seems to be doing good. She’s been preparing herself for this day for so long. Now it’s just her and my Godson. Which by the way he has CP. My Godson is struggling with the last argument he and my uncle had. Which was on the way to the hospital just a little over a week.
Sorry, this is all over the place. But my brain is still in shock that my uncle is gone. He and I had a relationship like no other. He was a Mr. Know it all, (which he was he knew everything the Facts), he had great selling skills. He could sell you an empty box for hundreds of dollars. He would love to get me going, and I’d give it right back. We never left one another angry or mad. His bear hugs will be so missed. I will say I’ll be on that fast horse when my aunt and godson need me.
Now it’s time to plan his funeral. We already know he’ll be bossing us the whole way through it. Mr. Bossy Pants!!
Hey Uncle Steve, tell Grandma hello, even better you and your dad can have a car lot full of cars to sell. Who needs a car??? I have the best sales men.
Side note: He did not have that awful virus that is going around.