bloodyrosemccoy | (no subject)

So my uncle died this past weekend.

It's one of those things where you kind of knew it would happen one day, but it's still a shock when it does. And since he's part of Mom's giant family, pretty much every emotion is in effect here. In a family full of black sheep, this guy managed to distinguish himself. And he definitely had the capacity to be a raging asshole. But he also was the kind of guy who would help struggling young families get financial footing, or fix up your house gratis, or spend weeks taking care of you after you were badly injured in a car accident. He was a complicated human.

Also, this was the first time I was the bearer of bad news to someone, since long ago he had introduced me to a pen pal--the daughter of a friend of his. I think I did all right telling her, but I always worry, because I hate using terms like "passed away." It feels disingenuous. I hope that it didn't hit too hard.

But I'll always be glad for the good my uncle did. And I hope his restless spirit has found some measure of peace, however that works. Farewell, Uncle.