I just got home from the Illinois state fair, when I come to this scene.
My entire family was in the living room, and some were crying, some weren't. I asked them "What happened?"
and then my grandmother looks at me and says "Uncle terry died!"
It hit me like a loving brick.
I asked them how he died, they said he had a heart attack in his home a couple of hours ago.
(I don't have my phone turned on right now, so there was no way for me to learn about this ahead of time.)
He was scheduled to have Open-Heart surgery next thursday, and was a diabetic, he died at 66 years, although. I was not very close to him, but It made me cry, because he used to come over when I was younger.
I guess that's how the world works though.
