I don't know if this is an appropriate subject for a diary. Oh, well. I don't know any other way to thank all the C&Jers, and friends and well-wishers who have offered their mental support to my uncle.
He died this morning.
He was 66 years old, and he'd been sick since he was 41 with what they now call 'metabolic syndrome' - the awful cascade failure of heart disease, vascular disease, diabetes, and kidney failure. He's had heart attacks, strokes, aneurysms, ulcers, and last summer they had to amputate one leg.
The surgery today would have been to take the other, which became gangrenous lately. But as they were administering the anesthesia, his heart stopped. It simply couldn't deal with the stress.
I was the last one to see him alive. He was smiling. Part of that reason was that I told him that people on the notorious hate site, Daily Kos, were thinking of him and praying for him and holding him in the light.
You guys keep right on hating, okay? You don't know what good you're doing with all that hate.
And thank you all.