Heh. He's like a Superhero in this picture.

Yesterday was the one-two punch to the gut day. Our uncle - gentle, quiet, funny, kind Denny, passed away. This whole thing was out of the blue. We saw him on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, and he was absolutely fine. Last Saturday he had a stroke, 10 days later he was dead.

Life turns on a dime. You never know when the last time you see someone may indeed be the last time you EVER see that someone. So there is no such thing as telling people too many times that you love them, and that they are important to you.

In the midst of dealing with all that, Ragazz' was feeling unwell, so we ended up at the ER. The same one we were at earlier this year, but at least this time it wasn't 10pm when we arrived. They did the slew of tests and luckily it wasn't anything serious.. but it's time to start watching the blood pressure.

But, man.. as he was resting quietly on that bed, all hooked up to monitors that were beeping and whirring.. I had such a clutch of fear in my stomach. This man means the whole world to me. I cannot, and will not, imagine a life without him in it. And so I will tell him 302 + times today that I love him, and that he is important to me.

And with these last two incidents, I can say with absolute certainty that 2012 has been one of the most inauspicious years in recent memory. Two words: Hated It. 2013 will be so much better.

Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone.
~Charles Schulz