... I'm not too sad that my uncle died today?
It's kind of hard to believe he's gone. I was expecting my uncle who had to move in with my parents because his health isn't so good to go first. I guess I can't be too surprised though; he was addicted to pain killers for years, though he was off of them for two weeks before he passed.
I wasn't really close to the guy though. He hardly ever called, unless it was when he was drunk and/or high and it was the middle of the night, and only visited us once or twice. He was at nearly every family gathering though.
I was crying when my parents called me with the news, but now... it almost feels like it didn't really happen. It does matter to me; he was family. But... I'm just not sad about it now. I don't really understand why.
What really worries me is how my dad is taking it. It's the second person he's lost in a year. First his mom, then his brother. And he's got another that could be on his way out. I just hope his sanity can hold up, with how bad his depression can get...
It's an awkward situation, and I don't really know how to handle it or anything. Maybe this is just a part of how I'm grieving? Maybe I don't really care about it? I just don't know...