My uncle died just a few days ago from some sort of cancer. Apparently he's been feeling ill for the past months, but he refused to go to the hospital. In the end though, he had to go when it was too late for him. He died less than a week after being registered in the hospital.
I'm glad his suffering's over, though I will miss the old man, and his broken english. I must do my best to care for my poor mother, who's taken the ordeal very hard. She's doing her best to hide her pain, but I can see through her, but I don't intend to let her suffer the same depression her brother did. She's become such a healthy woman lately, and has managed to do great things for herself. I must do my best to ease her suffering.
As for my uncle, I'm sure he's with grandma now. I don't know what's beyond the grave, but whatever it is I have faith that he'll be alright wherever he's going.