My great-uncle James died this morning. He was in his late 80s and had been very sick for a while. Came down with pneumonia over a month ago, was hospitalized and released but never fully recovered from it. My mom was very close to her Uncle James. He was a well-known artist and teacher in his native Lexington, KY and also lived for a number of years in Cincinnati, OH. He was gregarious and kind. I own several of his original works and treasure them. He will be missed and remembered fondly. I am happy that he is no longer frail and in pain.
This is sad, but not unexpected news. More unexpected is the strange coincidence, or possibly not coincidence that I was having a dream at some point early this AM (as I did not get to sleep until after 3) about Uncle James visiting my parent's home. It was brief interlude. My parents and I were sitting in the living room and I was watching as my late brother Travis was walking around the backyard with James. It was a short, peaceful dream and I remember even in sleeping state I was confused by it. Of course I had barely woken up when my mom was receiving the phone call with the sad news.
There will be a service in the Springtime. I hope that I can attend, but the future is very unknown to me at this point.
This is sad, but not unexpected news. More unexpected is the strange coincidence, or possibly not coincidence that I was having a dream at some point early this AM (as I did not get to sleep until after 3) about Uncle James visiting my parent's home. It was brief interlude. My parents and I were sitting in the living room and I was watching as my late brother Travis was walking around the backyard with James. It was a short, peaceful dream and I remember even in sleeping state I was confused by it. Of course I had barely woken up when my mom was receiving the phone call with the sad news.
There will be a service in the Springtime. I hope that I can attend, but the future is very unknown to me at this point.
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