Apparently I sleep too deep. Last night, in the middle of the night, my sisters were trying to wake me up to tell me something I'd never expected. Instead, I found out this morning while grabbing something out of the fridge. I was asking what there was to eat for breakfast.

"Well," my mom answered, unaware I didn't know. "We're going out to get some food for Uncle Mike's funeral."

I didn't think much of it. But then I turned around. Almost spun into the fridge door.

"Uncle Mike's funeral?"

"Didn't you know?"

I paused, sat down. I didn't wanna cry.

"No..."

Last night my Uncle Mike, not past thirty, passed away. He was in a nursing home because he had seizures, but he was still an amazing man. Nothing bad happened. He died in his sleep. He just stopped breathing. Heh. I'm attempting to hold back tears right now typing this. I don't know if he was a believer. But I can only pray that he was.

-Taki