My uncle's death was caused by a stroke, as was suspected. One of the arteries to his brain was all but completely blocked, despite the fact that he was a portrait of health- didn't smoke, barely drank, and as far as excercise- the man climbed Mt. Whitney last year. He also had an enlarged heart, which is only detectable by Echo (heart sonnogram) and MRI, though I'm not sure the heart was related directly to the stroke. He was 49.
I really wish people would stop dying when they aren't supposed to.
May 5th is always a bit of a rough day, as it marks the anniversary of my father's death. So when my Mom called me this morning crying, at first I thought that was why. I wish. Her brother passed away in his sleep, my aunt woke up in the middle of the night to find him not breathing.
Awesome. Just awesome. Seems like there is a big party going on upstairs, and I really wish they'd stop sending out invitations to people that still belong down here on the ground.