Uncle Tommy died this weekend.
He was my grandpa's brother. But we all called him Uncle Tommy. It was so sudden, even though he battled liver problems for years. He was working 2 weeks ago at the clinic. Then he had to go the hospital again. But he always pulled through. It was like the boy who cried wolf. I never took to much concern. Until he got worse. Then he was taken to a hospital in Washington. There was hope he would live... a 1% chance of hope. It was decided. He would die. That was Friday. Then there were preparations. Who would he stay with until he passed on? That was Saturday morning. Then there was the urgent call that had my aunt rushing out the door. Tonight was the night. He wasn't going to make it.
Sunday, 4am, he had gone to be with the Lord.
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