Sunday, 15Mar2009

There are certain things in life that just seem so damn wrong you can’t help but wonder if the world will ever be the same. On a small scale, a huge dent, yet another hole, has been thrown into my family. For some, like my grandma and Dad, the hole is bigger than for others and yet we’ll always feel it just the same.

My uncle died on Sunday at 6pm.

We all knew this was coming, from the time the words ‘pancreatic cancer’ and ‘stage IV’ entered the scene we all knew that this disease would end his life. And Grandma keeps saying how unfair it is, how she wishes it were her. I can’t understand how you’re supposed to live through the death of your child. But even as unfair as it is, there really isn’t a fair or unfair. This is life. And death. And not one of us can escape any little bit of it. We all live and we all die but all we really have to work with is whatever time we get in the middle. 

And we’re watching ‘The Price is Right’ (well, Grandma is at least). This is her routine and somehow not even this event has interrupted it. It’s not as like she’s clinging to her chair but maybe it’s just a force of habit for her. And I have to hand it to her, she has coped remarkably well. I think she is as relieved as anyone that he didn’t have to suffer, didn’t have to linger and be in pain like he was afraid. Everything has happened as it should have. And that’s as much comfort as I can offer to anyone.

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