R.I.P. Uncle Jim

I just got off of the phone with my dad. Uncle Jim died this morning. He was only 59, I believe. I can't remember right now. He was diagnosed with MS in 2003 and rapidly went downhill from there. Over the weekend, he developed blood clots in his leg that went into one lung, collapsing it. His other lung went into failure as well, and he was put on life support. Yesterday the family made the decision to end life support as it was clear he was not going to recover. He was my dad's only brother. Uncle Jim was a bit of an asshole, but he was our asshole and my heart hurts for my grandma, my dad, my aunts...my cousin Dennis, who lost his dad. I don't feel much at the moment, but only because I don't think it's hit me. The funeral is next week, but I am not expected to be there. This is what I hate, hate, hate about living 3000+ miles away. Plane tickets are completely unaffordable right now. Of course, two weeks from now, tickets are ultra cheap. If he'd only waited a week to go, then I could have gone to his funeral. See? Asshole...

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