This is a quote from a movie, but I can't remember which one - maybe a Dracula movie, perhaps, but it doesn't matter. This is what comes to mind when I think of my uncle. He's about 60 years old and he's in the final stages of liver cancer. He's stopped eating. He's skin and bones. I saw him at Christmastime and told him how he was special to me and what I remembered most about spending time with him when I was a kid. He's a private guy, and doesn't like emotional stuff, but I told him that I had to tell him that. He's my mother's only sibling, and she died a little over two years ago, so this really hits home even more. My grandmother is taking it really hard - "a parent shouldn't have to bury her children" I believe were her words. It kills me to see her so sad. She's in her early 80's and the type that I thought would never get old - well, now she's getting old. She was like a mother to me. Still is. I love her so much but I'm so far away - I can't do much for either her or my uncle. Now they're just waiting - he said the other day that he was ready to go. He and my aunt had a motorcycle wedding - I was probably 6 or 7 years old but I still remember it. All their friends came on Harleys and they did too. My uncle used to make bikes in his shop in my grandmother's basement and I would hang out and watch. He wanted to take me for a ride but I was scared. Now I want that ride more than anything and I'll never get it.
Death comes...to us all.
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It is a sad time when someone we know does not have much longer on this earth. I am going through that right now with my aunt who is 97. I think it is nice to remember the good times and even if you did not get that motercycle ride, there are to many other good times you two did spend together.
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