I swear every time I look at the clock it says 12:19

I just had to say something (in one of my last entries) about being on an even keel, didn't I? My uncle died this morning. He was my dad's older brother, looked just like him, actually. I hadn't seen or talked to him in awhile, but I knew he was in the last stages of cancer. He was always quick with a joke, loved to tell stories, and when I was little, I could not tell him and my dad apart. I have a lot of good childhood memories of him and my aunt. It's weird: back in 2005 (I think?) my cousin, uncle, and grandmother died. Now, like an eerie pattern, it's happened again this year. I don't know what to think about that.

And now for something completely different...

( This probably isn't appropriate, but I had to note it for posterity... )