I just got a phone call from my mom. My uncle is dying.

My aunt and uncle have four sons. One is my brother's age, one is my age, and two of them are younger.

What if it was my dad.

I'm going to go to the Catholic church here on campus and just...pray.

I hope my roommate doesn't come back in the next few minutes. I haven't been this much of a wreck in a long time.

3:25pm: He died. At least he went quickly and didn't have to linger in pain. I hope he watches over my aunt and his sons and that we all continue on. But he's with Jesus now, and at least not in pain anymore.