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a great uncle Despite the news from my parents that my great uncle had died, the day passed by without incident for me. I know I must sound uncaring when I mention his death, but he was more of a distant relative to me than anything else. I think the only reason that I did know him was that he and my great aunt lived next to my grandparents for as long as I can remember. I should also mention that he wasn't doing very well last year, so his death isn't a complete surprise. Now with both my grandpa and him gone, my grandma and her sister only have each other to keep them company in the northern part of the state. I suppose that from an outside perspective, the idea of two old ladies living next door to one another in the north woods of Wisconsin must sound a little odd. Of course I am sure that is not what either of them had expected when they retired there almost thirty years ago. Personally I don't think that dying in the house where you lived the last three decades of your life is that bad of a way to go. At least he didn't suffer for years in a nursing home, which is one of my greatest fears. The idea of having to watch my body fail and not being able to take care of myself is a horrible thought. I fear it more than the idea of dying.
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