They are the only ones left now 💔

My paternal uncle passed away at the beginning of the year. Due to his passing occurred in the middle of winter, the inurnment was postponed until last month. On the exact same day that the inurnment was scheduled, my mother was told that her brother would at best survive the weekend.

Although my mother was aware of my maternal uncle's pancreatic cancer diagnosis, it came as a shock as she had previously been told that he would live to see the end of the year. Unfortunately, my mother's brother passed away the day after we inurned my father's brother. Of my parents' parents and siblings, only my parents are still alive.

I am incredibly grateful that both my parents are healthy, both work five and six days a week, respectively. My dad because he loves to work and my mom because she can't sit at home and wait for dad to come home from work.

My maternal uncle's funeral was one of the most beautiful funeral ceremonies I've ever been to. Even my father, who was raised callous and harsh, was very moved and said as he and I walked out of the chapel quote "you have to make the most of life and" unquote when his phone rang and he was immediately back in work mode. I'm grateful that no one else heard him, because I'm "my father's daughter" and as hardworking as he is, I can't judge him.

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