Rejoice in his passing...

Hello folks. I received a call from my brother this morning. My uncle, (my mom's brother), who has been in an assisted living facility for several years, died this morning. He had not been doing that well for some time now and we knew that this would eventually happen. It still came as a shock. This sounds so lame to say, but he really did have a good life. He was a very proud WWII veteran, active in the community and church and chorus and really had lots of friends. The last 10 years, since my mom died, have taken their toll on him, he had more and more health problems, he had to give up his driver's license and just sort of "got small". I wasn't the best at visiting him in the facility, because I hated to see him somewhere other than home. He liked where he was though and was well taken care of. I guess I just feel a little guilty, like I wasn't a very good niece. I know he is in a much better place and gets to see all the family and friends that he has missed so much. Since I know the grieving process is multi-faceted, I am sure I will feel differently in a few days. We will be ok. My siblings and I have wonderful spouses that are always there for us. We just feel weird, Uncle was the last elder we had left in the family. We are all on our own now. With no Moms or Uncles or Grandmas to call or even to check on. Enough. I just want to say I will not mourn his passing, I truly am happy that he has finally gone to the most perfect place there is. Heaven. One day we will see each other again. Good Bye Uncle.