Shocking is the first word that comes to mind.  My husband’s lone uncle has passed.  We knew that it was coming, probably since Tuesday, although maybe we hadn’t accepted the fact.  Maybe we were the last to give up on the thought that he would pull through.  Maybe we had heated discussions (amongst ourselves), thinking that there had been some poor decisions made, and questioned (possibly angrily, again amongst ourselves) whether everything that COULD have been done HAD been done.  We understood that we didn’t have any say, any pull, but we had positivity, level heads, and a different way of looking at things.  We had hope.  When everyone else spoke as if he were gone, we steeled ourselves against it and said that there could still be a light at the end of this tunnel.  Against all odds, against what the doctors, and nurses, and people who just wanted their two cents heard were saying.  In the end, we are forced to accept that it isn’t to be.  Obviously.  We are sad beyond belief for Uncle, his wife, his son, his aunts and uncle, his sister, his nephews.  Uncle is the closest thing to a brother my husband had (he actually has a brother, but that’s another story).  We’re devastated.  And shocked.