My family, for the most part, has had to deal with very little tragedy. Now, everything is in a tailspin. I've never, not a single time in my whole 20 years, seen my dad cry. When my sister texted me to tell me what had happened she said my dad was bawling.
That is close to the hardest thing I've ever had to hear.
We've never been that close to my dad's family. All our cousins on that side are much older than we are so it was never fun with us to hang out with them.
Now I'm regretting that. Every second I dreaded sitting there was wasted time. My uncle, my godfather, my dad's brother was sitting across the room from me and I don't even know him that well.
Time is a funny thing. You take it for granted but when it's slipping away before your eyes, every second flying by, it's like gold.
Please, pray for my uncle and my family.