i'll be alright.

Just when life was looking manageable again I got some bad news. My uncle Gene died last Thursday. He didn't show up for work on Thursday or Friday so his boss called the police. They found him dead on his kitchen floor. No foul play. A bad heart attack. Uncle Gene was my mom's little brother. Always quiet. Always kind. Always driving some piece of shit, yet exciting, vehicle like a really old Porsche or a VW van that he had to park on a hill because it didn't go in reverse. Always working really hard but still showing up to family gatherings after a long night. My grandma was pregnant with him when my grandpa died. My grandma and grandpa were out on a boat ride when somehow the boat flipped. Neither of them could swim. My grandma was able to hold on to the side of the boat but my grandpa drowned. I am so sad about uncle Gene but have been able to not think about it and work on school stuff. The funeral is on Tuesday and I'm sure I'll be a mess. But hopefully by then I'll have my presentation and my paper done.

I only got to see uncle Gene a few times a year at family stuff. But I miss him already.