One week

It's hard to believe that it's been a week since I was in the middle of a blog post when I got the call that my uncle had passed away. I was blogging about planting seeds and creating life and the wonder of spring when I heard that my uncle's life was over. I couldn't reconcile all that, and I still can't. I hope the irises from my Grandma's garden will sprout. I put them in the ground last Sunday right before he passed away and it would be a nice tribute to see them bloom year after year. But I'm not getting my hopes up with my brown thumb. I think they should have gone in the ground last fall. Although he's been gone a week, I think it will take much longer than that for it to sink in. I don't think I'll ever understand it but will just have to accept it. He touched so much of the community and is an inspiration to me. I'm proud that he was my uncle, and somehow, in the face of such irrepressible grief, that pride is a comforting feeling. I just wish there was more I could do to help my family members who are hurting so much right now. It's such a helpless feeling.