You mean its morning?

This is going to be depressing...so stop here if you don't wanna be depressed

My grand uncle passed away this morning. About 2 months after he had a stroke and numerous complications.
I was never really close to him, our conversations never lasted more than 5 lines about school and grades. But he was there. I still remember him when he was well, when he still had hair...I cried in the ICU Isolation room.

It was seeing my uncles, aunts and grand aunt grieve, that was what hit me. I felt their sadness, their pain. I felt their anguish, their regret at not having spent more time with him. It made me think too, what if it was my dad there..I don't want to regret.
Its hard to believe that someone you always thought would be there, is gone today. Forever. The loss of a life,a loved one. I may not have been directly affected, but seeingmy relatives, and my mum...The grand uncle was a father figure to her. My mum was shattered..and she was also in an odd position. She was not his daughter, but she wanted to be family at that moment. And yet she had to leave the room to let the family grieve in peace. Respect their privacy. It was hard for her...I wanted to be there to support her, to protect her.

And of course there are always the OTHER relatives..the vultures..who treat the hospital like a fish market. I was fed up. Could these people not show some respect for the family? Instead of treating everything like a fish market? A circus?

Whatever grievances they had, whatever grudge they beared, should be put aside just for that moment. We are there to support, we are there to mourn...not to turn it into a fiasco.

Its not that I have not experienced death in the family before. But I'm more aware now. Its awful to see people you care about so sad. And. I realize just how old my parents are getting. I look at my mum and dad. They look really fragile now.

Its morning. 4am to bed 8am to work.