Good evening everybody. I know I don’t usually do this, but I just had to get this off my chest. You see, my Uncle Rog, on my dad’s side, passed away yesterday morning. I had only heard the news just last night. I could hardly believe it. I thought that he’d be alive at least 3 more years before finally snuffing it. But apparently, his death came sooner than expected.
For more context, he had a stroke about a decade ago. As a result, me, my dad & aunt would take care of him. My aunt took charge of this endeavor and did everything she could for him. My dad and I would pop in every so often to check on him. We even took him to a few physical therapy centers to ensure he got better.
However, as time went on, my uncle undoubtedly gave up somewhere along the way. We tried convincing him not to, but his heart was set. There was nothing we could do about it. I had only learned last night that he went into cardiac arrest and despite being administered 3 Epi-pensto the chest, he unfortunately didn’t make it 😔.
My aunt is naturally torn up about this. She had spent her adult life taking care of him; only to lose him some time later. Even as I’m writing this, I find it difficult to wrap my head around the reality of it all. I could hardly believe it myself. I mean, work was hard enough today, but with this hanging over my head…needless to say this had me on edge.
God, I can still remember him taking me fishing 🎣 back when I was a little boy. My, how time flies. Hell, he was the one who inadvertently introduced me to the concept of smoking 🚬 in the first place (I don’t smoke 🚭 btw). Oh and the dog in this pic is Chase; he belongs to my cousin on my dad’s side.
With all that said, it’s going to take some time for me to fully accept his passing. If you have any questions or condolences 💐, feel free to message me. I’ll try to keep my inbox 📥 open. Until next time, thank you and good night.
