Endings are never easy. Even when you think you are somewhat prepared, reality still crashes in. I was in a deep sleep, still recovering from sleep deprivation and jet lag, when my mom called to let me know her brother had passed away. It took me a moment or two to comprehend that I was in my home, in bed, sound asleep and hearing the news. The past three weeks had been a change of scenery very few days so I was quite disoriented in answering the call.
We were expecting his passing as we had heard the end was near. It still does not make it any easier. My uncle was a fine man and I have good memories of being welcomed in his home from a very early age. His family is very close and it is a true testimony to his value system that family was gold to him. He was a loving father and grandfather and a devoted husband. He was a son who was there for his aging mother. He was a steadfast brother to his siblings. He served well in his church and community. He enjoyed simple pleasures such as camping, board games, and the odd trip to the casino. He had opinions that were clear and not wishy-washy. Overall, the world lost a very good man yesterday.
Now he has joined that great cloud of witnesses that goes before us to show us the way home. As with my grandmother I understand that sometimes he would throw open his arms as if to welcome someone unseen as he became sicker. I am sure he was greeted by Someone who had arms wide open to receive him Home. You’ll be missed, Uncle. May perpetual light shine upon you.