My uncle James had not felt well in about six months, but he could still perform his daily and weekly duties around his house. He went to the doctor because he was feeling extremely sick and his doctor advised him that his sugar level was high. Uncle James was determined to lower his sugar levels before his next visit to his doctor. The next visit showed that his sugar levels had actually increased instead of decreased, so the doctor ordered another series of tests. After the tests were completed, he visited his doctor once again, but the news was very heartbreaking. In the middle of October, Uncle James was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Pancreatic cancer is a very progressive cancer and it will spread throughout the body very quickly. His doctor gave him approximately three months to live.
I took my children to see Uncle James on Halloween because I knew he was not feeling well. As soon as we walked in, Uncle James knew exactly who we were. This reassured me that he was still alert. I told him that we would beat this disease and that everything would be alright. He advised me that he was ready to go and he knew exactly where he would be going in his afterlife. After we left his house, I sort of took his words for granted because I felt as if he would live for at least year or so.
Every day, my mother would call me to give me updates on Uncle James’ condition. She told me that he was in a great deal of pain. He had to have doses of morphine administered to him because he could not bear the amount pain he was feeling. About two after I visited Uncle James, he began to lose recollection of the world around him. He could not think very well and he did not know exactly who his family members were, but he could recognize their voices. He also became immobile; he could no longer get out of bed. I found this to be very peculiar because it has only been two weeks since I saw the man I knew as my Uncle James.
On Sunday, November 20, 2011, my mother called me at about 4:00 p.m. to tell me that Uncle James had passed away. I was completely shocked because no one saw his death coming so quickly. My whole family was very devastated by our loss. I was told that his services would be today at Simpson’s Funeral Home in Webb City. Uncle James was a very simple man and he did not want any elaborate services for his funeral. He had written out his death wishes, so everyone knew exactly what he wanted. Today, I attended his funeral services and I realized how much I would miss him. It is very hard to cope with a death in a person’s family, but it must be done. I know he is in a better place and he will be happy. He is out of pain and can live in a better world.
To My Uncle James: We miss you, we love, and you will never be forgotten. We will think of you always and you will be in our hearts forever.