My godfather/uncle got every sick yesterday and he was taken to the hospital. My cousins calle my godmother/aunt to tell her what had happened and it had something to do with his stomache. Then later in the night they called to tell her that the doctors said nothing could be done and that it would only be a matter of hours before he passed. In that my godmother started crying like crazy. Her and my godfather aren't together anymore but still, he was the father of her children. I tired not to cry because I know that would only make matters worse. Plus she needed all the support she could get. We came home from my other aunt's house and I started to check for plane tickets leaving to mexico as soon as possible. While I did that my mom and aunts packed all they could. In that my uncle vicki came and he looked soooo sad. I had never really seem him get sad. When it was decided that she was leaving my uncle vicki ran home to packed some stuff and leave to mexico with my aunt. When we got to the airport we were told that the flight was full and that we would be put on a wait list and at 12:10 come back and see if there were any openings. It was around 10:45 and the waiting was getting on everyone's nerves. finally the time came and yes there were seats open. so my aunt and uncle were on there way. They called us around 7 in the morning to tell us that my uncle had passed away just about five minutes before they got to the hospital. Today they are going to have a wake and then tomorrow they are going to bury him. My aunt might come back I don't know.
4 potions brewing.