Circle of Life

so my dad's uncle, uncle dave, uncle dave who would bring a bag of home grown apples from his tree and leave them on our front porch every fall, has passed away. dad and louis both get to be pallbearers. rosary, mass, funeral...it's the whole shabang. He had stomach cancer...ate him alive I guess. Cancer. It's such an ugly word for such an ugly thing. Funny how that works out. I guess when they went to his house to start cleaning stuff out, there was a message on his answering machine from my grandpa...telling him goodbye. I think old people have this inner sense of when they are leaving. They know. Deep down somewhere, they know when it's gonna happen. Kinda makes me want to cry. I don't want to be old like that.