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It's 1:11 AM Pacific time, and I just got home from my friends house. A while back I posted an advice asking post that regarded someone and my dying uncle. When the docs said he would only live a year, he lived and went about for 3 more, when they said he had a week, he went for 4. Well yesterday at 9:45 he passed away, and since then it's been a very sad/awkward set of events. That day started out like all my others. A few friends of mine and the younger bro of my friend went to the gym about 8:30 at the Navy base. We planned to work out quick so the younger one could get back. Right at the beggining of our workout the youger guy gets a phone call from his bro, and when he comes back he says we gotta go to the hospice my uncle was at, because he seemed like his time was running short. We got there at 9:35, and we waited in the lobby until we got the ok to come in. My friend comes out crying saying we can go in and see him now because prayers finished and it seemed like he passed. But as we walked in, we find out that he was breathing and barely hanging on. We all said our final goodbyes, and 10 minutes later he was gone. Everyone was in tears and crying, except for me. Although I was very sad, I was happy in a way that he wouldn't have to be hooked up on morphine 24/7, confined to a bed in a room about the size of a small living room and that he wouldn't be in pain. But at the same time, it made me feel different, and made me realize something about myself. People close to me passing away has happened to me alot as a young guy, and I hate to think that I would be getting used to it. But I think it doesn't sting in the same way it used to for me because they were good people in life, and whether or not you're Bhuddist or Christian, both beliefs seem to hold that good people have good new begginings. Life goes on, and wherever my uncle may be right now, I'm sure he's well, and hopes that we're all OK also. Everyone that replied to my earlier rant/post asking what to do, thank you all, it's helped me do the right thing. I can forgive, but it will surely never be the same, and he will certainly be an aquaintance instead of a friend. It's been a wild 4 weeks, and it's over now. But if he could still talk to us, he's the type of guy that would say never to worry about it, because he can handle it.