sometimes life has a way of hitting you in the face with a sack filled with a building’s worth of bricks
my uncle, Patrick Casey, has passed.
he had been fighting goodpasture’s syndrome for more than a year, but his health had been moving in the positive direction. nothing but good news.
until my dad just called me over to sit with him and he told me the news.
and now we are just here.
and i’m just fighting through tears trying to write this down.
postscript: he was loved by many and will be missed by them all. I visited him frequently this past winter. I want to see him again.
I wish I could live through this without blogging about it, like a normal person or something.
