My uncle died at 2:10 this afternoon.

I can't put into words how I feel about it. He was only 42, he was a wonderful guy, tons of fun, always made me laugh, and made me feel welcome. He made my aunt happy, and she really deserved someone to make her happy. He was really important to us. This was really unexpected. I guess everything in life is.

It feels much different than when my grandmother died, or either Aunt Bo or Aunt Vi. It feels worse, almost, because I never saw him suffering and it never seemed like his time was near. I don't know how to react.