I know I just barely posted, but I decided I should post again.
Technically, today is Christmas Eve. But I can't sleep.
As I lie in bed next to my adorable, sleepy husband, I am just crying.
I think the reality of what's going on with my uncle Paul is starting to set in and I don't know how to deal with it.
So I'm just crying, and crying, and crying.
It's a weird thing, being told that a loved one only has a certain amount of time left. How are you supposed to act? Do you say goodbye? Do you act like nothing is wrong? It's strange to mourn for someone who is still here, but you can't help it.
When we went and saw him at the hospital tonight, we sang him a few Christmas carols. I just couldn't get through them without sobbing. I hate seeing him in so much pain, and I hate seeing his family in such pain. The thought of what's coming is shredding me.