What happened?
I back-dated this post as I was not able to write about it until now (22/12/2006).
My uncle was a very good man. He was always up for a joke, never left out an oportonuity to tease you in a loving way and always ready to help anyone. He loved to drink Coke and smoke cigaretts. He never went to a doctor in his life. He managed to buy and pay a wonderful home for his family 16 years ago and surely treated his wife and son with love and care. Reading, gardening and tv were some of his hobbies.
I got there at noon, saying hi to everyone. It still seemed to be so unreal. I was not even really sad. First sight of my aunt made it so darn real. She hugged me for a long, long time. Saying how much happy I made him and how much he loved me. I was just lost for words. No I knew what I wanted to say, but I just could not. After we sat down, she said the most horrible thing was that he and she could not tell each other some last words. No goodbye. He said in a chair with headaches and no 5 mins later he was gone. I think this is one of the hardest things. She also said the ER doc said even if he was standing in the house the sec it happened, there would have been nothing that he could have done.
The funeral itself was nice, esp. since it was catholic. (Most of my fam is protestant) Sun shone through a coloured window leaving a wonderful light in the church. The priest was talking ok most of the time, but sometimes I just had to shook my head. I guess I am not much of a beliefer anymore. Lots of ppl cried. One time we were asked to think about my uncle in a silent minute, I had to smile while thinking about him. I can honestly say he’s one of the very few ppl (if not the only together with his wife - who’s my dad’s sister, btw) I have only good memories. I am thinking and thinking since days, but not a single bad memory of him comes into my mind.
We went to drink some coffee and ate some cake my aunt baked because she could not sleep. There was only one more cousine (33, 6 kids, living on social benifits, stupid as dog poop) there, and what did that jerk say? OOh, that cake tastes weird. Believe me, I would have loved to kick him where it hurts the most. I mean, how cruel can one be telling someone baking at night because she lost a loved one and were unable to sleep that the cake sucks? My aunt in shock came to me and asked me how I liked it. I said it was fine, and she was happy. She asked me if I teach her son some maths and English over Christmas, it would have been her biggest wish. Needless to say I’d do anything to make her happy. It will be fun. My mom was aked by another aunt of mine what happened to our doggy. And my mom told her, and when she made it to her last day on earth, I was like “don’t talk about it” and cried. Did that really had to be? It haunted me all day.
My aunt decided that my parents and me deserved all the left over cake. So I went home with a tasty nut cake and my parents with wonderful Christstollen. After my parents dropped me off at the station, I bought a frame and went home.
