Yesterday and today I learned that dealing with the death of a family member from college is tough, especially if you don't have a car of your own to drive home.
My uncle died the morning of Monday, April 12th. He was a good man and that is how I will always remember him. He had a great big heart for his family, friends and country. He had three beautiful dogs that he referred to as his kids. He also fought for his country. He was an all-around nice guy.
Being so far from home when something like this happens is tough. All I want to do is go home. I am having a hard time concentrating on studying or getting any of my homework done. I had a test today that I barely studied for. I got about a half hour to forty five minutes of studying in for it. At this point I don't care too much about the test.
When I got the call on Monday morning from my aunt, I was shocked. First I was shocked by her calling me at 8:30 am from her cell phone. Then she said she had bad news. I wasn't expecting to hear her say that my uncle Pat had died. I am devastated but it is hard to grieve at school when you have classwork to do.
I miss my uncle a lot but it hasn't really sunk in yet that he is dead. I had a dream last night that he was still alive. When I go home tomorrow it will probably start sinking in a bit more.
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