Maa...

Well, I found out on Saturday morning that my uncle Jerry (my dad's brother) died on Wed. Apparently, he got into a car accident with someone (I can't remember who was in the car with him), and he broke off the steering wheel. He was in the hospital and they released him the next day, or some time relatively soon after. The day after he got released, he died in his house in Ocala.

So, as I type, Mom and Dad are probably already down in Florida with Grandma and the rest of my relatives there. >_O

Not to sound rather cold, but I'm kind of glad for Uncle Jerry that he died. I mean, he was a nice guy and all, and there was no reason for me to hate him, but the poor guy could barely walk because he was so obese (as are many of my relatives in Florida) that his feet were deformed and bleeding most of the time. I like to think that he's in a better place now and can chill with his buddies on the otherside, probably Grandpa too (who also died in a car accident about 3 summers ago). Maybe the next life he lives will be a happier one.

~Topaz Tribal~