Okay this is not an easy thing for me to think about, much less talk about. My mother was out all day.. yes I live at home. At about 5.15pm this afternoon I got a phone call from her. I knew when she asked me to put my sister on, that something was wrong. Her voice was not right at all.
After my sister took the call and hung up minutes later she told me the reason behind my mom's glumness. Turns out my Uncle Gordon is dead... He died today, we think.. coulda been two days ago for all we know.
When mum finally came home we found out what happened to him. he fell down the stairs and was only just found. Worst thing is that two nights ago, mum had a dream of said uncle lying in a crumpled heap at the bottom of said stairs in his house.
So if my muse is on holiday at the moment, forgive me please... I'm mourning and can't go to the funeral on account of too busy schedule...