I had my ears rechecked today.

The doc found the hole on my left eardrum, meaning that the fluid can drain out. There was no hole on the right eardrum, meaning that there's still fluid in there.

That means that I still can't hear like normal, so bear with me.

My uncle's funeral was on Monday, and there was viewing and a vigil on Sunday.

My mom didn't get a rest. Multitudes of people came up to her to tell their story about my uncle. It was non stop. By the end of the funeral reception, I think we were all exhausted.

As soon as they opened the casket at the viewing and I saw him in there, the events of the past nine weeks somehow compacted themselves and hit me in the chest.

It was real.

The following day a friend of his brought over a DVD of compiled pictures she had made, dating from his elementary school days to three weeks ago.

It's in the comparing of the past and the present where you realize what is gone.

My family has a lot of adjusting to do, and that will come with time.

Let it be said, we lost a good man.