My uncle Inge passed away late last night.
I was going to post something about the concert I went to Saturday, but that doesn't feel right, not today. My mother woke me up with the news, saying that the phone call came, and I feel stupid for not immediately understanding which phone call she meant through the tone of her voice. I spent a few minutes in bed trying to mourn a little, but it feels too unreal. Ate breakfast, went out to shovel snow, now I'm letting the world know.
We're all going on with everyday tasks, life isn't over for us... should we? Maybe we should just sit down and think about Inge all day, not talk, not cry, just treasure memories. I know grandma will be devastated, it's her second son that's passed away, and we're all sad. Inge was a great person and will be missed by everyone, during summer he was always present and the future summers will surely not be the same without him, he'll leave a void where he used to be.
He was not free from vices, with his short temper and aggressive comments about anything unfair or not to his liking, but the comments were still taken with a smile, even in his aggression he managed to pour in a bit of comedy. He was kindhearted, always humorous even when he had it hard, strong willed & very hardworking. He was also the best driver I've known, and a person I admired. Why? I don't know, he appreciated life, he was close to nature, he spoke with sometimes brutal honesty, he claimed to know much more than he did, he was generous, he was short & had a gruff voice. He was special.
I don't know what more I should say, I've said my farewells and I'll keep at it for a few more days until I feel at ease. If there are better places, hope you made it there, hope you are content with the life you lived, you'll always be in our memories. RIP.