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RIP Uncle Bobby
Friday, October 7, 2005, at around 7:30 am, my Uncle Bobby died of unknown causes. I had been on my way to a College visit at UC with my dad when he got the call. Lets just say, I had to drive home. Never in my entire life have I ever seen my father cry. Before he made me drive, I called my mom to give her the bad news, and that we were coming home. This really isn't fair! He was only 49 years old! And still, even now, I have no idea why he died.
Apparently, he had been getting ready for work, and was about to leave (didn't even have his shoes on yet), when he suddenly fell over backwords. My aunt thought he was joking around because he had just been complaining about a lack of sleep lately (no, this was not the cause of his death, so don't even go there...), so she nudged him with his foot, telling him that this wasn't funny. Then he started shaking, and blood was coming out of his nose. My cousin Ben and my aunt tried to save him, they even called my grandpa, who was a doctor, but it was no use. By the time the ambulance got there, he was already dead. crying
The visitation was on Monday, October 10th, which lasted just about all day long. I'd have to say about 10 hours long. The line to come in and see him was enormous! I didn't even know there were that many people living in their town. Apparently he was a really great guy, who helped out so many people. Ben's entire football team even came to pay their respects. I think most of the family by then were in the numb stage, because the only time there was crying (after we first saw him) was when they came up to actually look at him, and give my cousin's and aunt a hug. It was the saddest thing I've ever seen. He just laid there, peacfully, but hard and cold at the same time. That was probably the first time I've ever not seen him smile, and even in death, his lips were still curled slightly up at the sides. He really didn't look real. Like a life size clay statue of him. And his body was so cold and hard.
When my aunt (a different aunt, one of Bobby's older sisters) talked to my dad on the phone, she said she thought "he was the best of us". There were 6 kids in all in that family. From oldest to youngest (not that you probably care) was Aunt Peggy, Uncle Jim, Aunt Janie (lives in an institution because she is unable to physically do anything on her own... I've never met her), Aunt Mary Lee, Uncle Bobby, and my dad. My dad agreed with him, as did my Aunt Peggy. He was indeed the best of them.
At the funeral, the next day, my uncle was displayed again, and in the beginning, they played a song for him (I don't remember what it was called...), that got everyone in the family crying. My dad told a speech about him, and we're all proud that he actually was able to finish it. It was the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Then, all the cars, in a line, drove to the grave site, which was a beautiful place. It was so beautiful there I couldn't even begin to discribe it.
In the end, we've all tried not to cry, because thats not what Bobby would want us to do. So we laugh, and joke, and deep inside, we're balling our eyes out. So whenever you leave the house, or whenever your dad is leaving for work, or just plain whenever you see him, tell him you love him, because that may be the last time you can.
The scary part was that physically, Uncle Bobby was perfectly healthy. And yet, he still died. He just fell over and died... crying crying crying crying crying I still think that he's just on some business trip, and that the next time I see my aunt and cousins, he's going to be with them. But in reality, he's not. And I'm going to miss him soooooo much. We love you Uncle Bobby!!! crying crying cry cry crying crying cry cry heart heart heart
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