Death of an Uncle

New thing today, husband's uncle passed. I hardly knew the man. He lives in St. Charles, MO, so only really spent time with him twice in my entire life. He had been sick awhile. I remember him being grumpy trying to watch a sports game, but overall he seemed like a nice guy.

I suppose it's sad for us when someone dies, but I truly believe this is not our final destination, there is a higher power and we are all part of something bigger and better beyond. I think there's more to life than we can know, and that we pass into another state and evolve. Everyone has to die of something. It's all something we have to go through. I suppose we learn to roll with life's punches.

So here's to Monday. Here's to a man I hardly know, but I know he must have touched a lot of lives and made a lot of people happy. Now he's moved on and it was the end of this life, but I don't believe it's ever the end.