My uncle died suddenly last Tuesday.
I had taken the day off of work (because I'm seriously hating my job lately). I talked to my folks around 10 and let them know I'd be up in a little while.
Got up there around 11:40 and I heard these weird noises coming from the kitchen. It sounded like my mom cooing to my niece.
I walked in and my mom was on the floor, face in her hands, weeping. My dad was sitting next to her, holding her.
All he said was, "Uncle John died."
I walked in the door about 1 minute after my mom got the call from my cousin, James.
I've been heartbroken ever since. My uncle was a saint. Such a sweet, loving, and kind man.
His death was sudden and unexpected -- he had, from what I understand, suffered a fatal abdominal aortic aneuryism.
My family went up for the funeral over the weekend.
I'm still just in shock. I keep randomly falling apart
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