Uncle Greg passed away on Wednesday, 27th of August, 2003, at 7.30pm.
Thankfully, his suffering has ended, and I am sure he is at peace.
My main concern is for mum and dad. Dad has taken it quite hard – Greg, being mum’s youngest brother, and the only one in her family that dad really got on well with, numerous fishing trips, camping trips etc, they even worked together for a while.
So far, mum’s ok. Her main concern is nana & granddad. Granddad, who barely understands, and didn’t recognize Greg when mum took him into the hospital to visit him before he died, and nana, who so far, is doing ok.
Apparently my cousin Robert (Greg’s son) isn’t doing too well, though. As one can expect though…
Some people say that the women in my family are screwed up and over-emotional, but the men don’t seem to handle emotion at all…
I’m not going up for the funeral. If I went, it would only be because either mum or dad need the support. I don’t feel the need to go for myself – I think I’m already at peace with his passing. I’ll be there within a month anyway, and I’ll take the time to go pay respect to family and to his grave then.
Dad seems alright though. He drove from Narromine to Brisbane yesterday/this morning, and came over for lunch. He’s catching a morning flight to Cairns. Greg’s passing has hit him pretty hard…. They were good mates, after all. “I’m alright if I don’t talk about it.” Which seems about as emotionally inept as anyone in my family is…
When I rang my sister to tell her, she almost didn’t seem to care… not that she ever had much to do with Greg, I suppose, but she didn’t seem to have much concern about it at all. Clay showed more concern/compassion/sympathy than she did. And he’s never even met Greg. I don’t understand my sister at all, sometimes.