Just lost my mother's brother. My uncle John. Keep saying I cannot deal with loss. Sadly, life does not ask permission.
My Uncle John was a truly amazing man. My grandmother used to say we were the same. Very true. We plan. We obsess about not even being burdens. We love our family with all our hearts.
Finding to try to find comfort in him being with mom again. But man, I suck at being spiritual or faith.
Eventually I will find normalcy and even humor. But tonight, tonight it's just so very hard.