The world lost an angel today.
Growing up, we had this family living across the street from us. Their youngest was ten years older than I was. They became our family. See, my mom’s entire huge gigantic Irish family lives in the Chicago area, and on my dad’s side there’s only my Grandma. It was really just us, but then when I was four we moved onto Duncan Road and our family grew. Their youngest daughter babysat us, we were in their older daughter’s wedding. We spent every Easter and Thanksgiving together until I was 18 years old.
And today, I found out that Uncle Kenny passed away after a long struggle with cancer.
I’m not the type that goes all numb when stuff like this happens. I feel everything. It’s good in the long run, to get your feelings out there, but it sucks at first since it’s really really paralyzing.
“Death is not the extinguishing of the light, but the putting out of the lamp, for dawn as come.”
Today I was going to post about geese and peacocks…but it wouldn’t come out at all how I’d want it to. I think I’m going to get some mac and cheese at the store, because it’s what my mom use to make when I was feeling sad.
And that’s how I’m feeling right now.
Sad.
