Despite me not posting until the last day of the month, a lot happened in the month of May. Much of it was good, and I’ll get to that later, but one really terrible thing happened right before Memorial Day. I haven’t written about it yet because I didn’t quite know how, but I don’t want to gloss over it, either.
My Uncle Vinnie, who was my dad’s older brother, died suddenly the Thursday before Memorial Day. He was sixty-six, and it was completely unexpected. He’d been married to my aunt for thirty-two years, and my cousins who just lost their dad are thirty and twenty-seven.
It’s horrible that someone can just be gone so suddenly- someone who had so much life left and so much left to do. It scares me that people from my parents’ generation are dying. He was a really great guy, and it hasn’t quite hit me yet that he’s gone.
We will miss you, Uncle Vinnie.