My Uncle Mac
Friday, July 11, 2008
On February 5, 2008 at approximately 11:00pm, my Uncle Mac died after a long hard fight with cancer.
Alas, I would not go to the funeral because of the presence of his son in law Darrell, whome I'd had
a very unpleasent encounter with some months before when he was drunk and causing big trouble.
At the time I found that by not going to the funeral would be the best way to keep the peace,
to keep him out of the hospital and myself out of jail if he happened to try any hijinx.
To this day this has caused me some guilt.
About a week after Mac died, I was in my house doing some cleaning up in the Guest Bathroom
when I felt a sudden coldness. I initially shrugged it off but as I passed the bathroom mirror
I caught a sudden glimpse of my Uncle's face.
He was smiling and he looked well.
And then he was gone.
I'm not quite sure what to think of this experience.
Was he saying goodbye and giving his approval of my choice?
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