Thursday, October 16, 2008

One after the other...

I do apologize because I had grand plans to break the blog silence of late by writing amusing things and putting up Book Blocks, but I just don't have it in me right now...

I found out this afternoon that my great-uncle Steve had passed away yesterday morning at the age of 96. We knew that he was weakening, and he did live an incredibly full and interesting life... but it still sucks.

Apparently 96 is a bad age. First my grandmother died at 96 this year, and now my great-uncle.

I recommend people try to get to age 97, after which you should be fine.

I am not so much sad as just angry at the unfairness of life right now. I'll be cheerful tomorrow, promise. And I have a great story about my uncle that I'll tell you then, which he made me promise not to tell until he died.

11 comments:

Just_Me said...

*hugs* You have my sympathies and prayers.

Candice Gilmer said...

I'm sorry to hear about your loss... Know that he is always with you, in your heart, and in your stories of him.

I'm sure where he is, he will appreciate it.

::hug::

Elissa M said...

People have a habit of thinking, "Oh, well, he was so old, what did they expect?" when an elderly person dies. They don't think about the fact that the deceased was still a person who was loved and will be missed. Our society seems to pretty much write folks off after age 70, if not sooner.

Old people are still people. They think and care and love and live their lives just like younger people. And when they die- as everyone must- their friends and family grieve as much as if they died young.

Jenny, please don't be angry, since anger is a poisonous emotion that can physically hurt you. But grieve for your great-uncle because you loved him and miss him. And do pass on stories about him, so others can know him as you did. There is no better memorial.

You have my sympathy, and my prayers.

Richmond Writer said...

The expression of grief comes in many forms. Mother's best friend died very recently. She never called me to tell me, I found out by accident. I asked her why, I was hurt because I knew this woman too. "I don't know, I just didn't." Later I realized she hurt too much.

I dug through my photo album to find a picture of Sissy, copied it, and sent it. This helped her.

Treasure your photographs and take lots of them so that you can remember the people in your life and smile.

ryan-field said...

Sorry to hear about your uncle. I lost an uncle who was ninety and in perfect health, two weeks ago. He was gardening, which he loved doing, and fell face down and smothered to death. I know that feeling of anger.

Jenny Rappaport said...

Oh, Ryan, that's terrible!

Lisa Iriarte said...

I am sorry for your loss. My grandmother also died a week before her 97th birthday.

Angelo said...

Hi Jenny, sorry to hear about your loss. I lost a great uncle on new years' eve this past year. Depending on which story you believe, he was either 65, 82 or a-hundred-and-three. My uncle was a hysterical storyteller, and used to play pranks on everybody. He died sitting up in bed. Everybody thought he was playing a joke on them, "pretending not to hear" (which he often did, and would then say, "Hah?" several seconds after you stopped talking to him.. great comedic timing). Except he did not wake up. The funeral was hysterically sad. Everybody walked by the casket telling his old jokes, stopping to say, "Hah?" and leaning in as if he had said something. We couldn't help the tears, but we couldn't stop the laughter either.

So you ready to share the story about your uncle? :)

Chris Redding said...

Old people dying may not be tragic, but it is very sad and no one should tell you any differently. You still must grieve for them.
My condolences
cmr

Martha Alderson said...

My throat thickened reading your post. Anger is good, but I see you moving to a place of grace before long. He's still there for you, just not in the physical form anymore. But, I guess you have to believe that for it to be true.....

Chumplet - Sandra Cormier said...

When you tell your story, he'll live on.

Things are a bit upside down for me too. My nephew's been missing for a few days and I didn't find out till last night when my son stumbled on it on Facebook. Everyone's frantic. I'm supposed to be writing, but I just can't concentrate.

I liked your story, Angelo.