My uncle and I were very close, well he wasn’t really my uncle, he was my mom’s best friend growing up. They even dated. But they lost touch for a while and when I was 14 (I’m just about 21 now) we got in touch, and we became best friends. If I had a problem with anything I would just hop on the computer and he would be there like waiting for me.
Well when I was 16, I had just gotten home from cleaning out a house for my fathers friend, I lived with my biological father at the time in Florida, everyone else I knew was in Pennsylvania including my mom. I had received an email from his son telling me that something happened to his father and he needed me to call him. I called him right away and I found out that he had passed away the day before from an over dose. I didn’t know what to say, all I could do was cry. Knowing that he would no longer be there when I needed him, and on top of that who was going to tell my mom that her best friend died? So I got the strength up to call my mom and tell her the bad news, my mom never hung up on me before and all I heard on the other end was a dial tone.
All day I just cried, and cried, and kept thinking about the fact that I talked to him the morning he died. I found out that they were supposed to be doing a funeral so I was thinking about going home to be there, but since my father isn’t the greatest person in the world he told me if I left I wasn’t coming back, so I had a lot of thinking to do.
When I fell asleep that night, well tried to sleep, I kept picturing his face in my head and thinking about the last words he said to me, “Goodbye for now But not Forever Love ya Sunshine.” The words kept playing over and over again like he knew it was going to happen. I slept on the couch because I didn’t have a room, and from where I was sitting I could see the corner of the counter in the kitchen. I looked up and saw my uncle standing there with a smile on his face. I thought I was just too tired and my eyes hurt so I thought I was seeing things. I blinked and he was still there, I started to cry even harder and then felt a hand on my back like comforting me.
I know still to this day that my uncle was trying to tell me he was happy now and that its all going to be ok. I will never forget the last words he ever said to me they will be with me til the day I die. Almost 5 years and it still kills me to this day knowing that my uncle committed suicide and I feel like he was trying to tell me. Does anyone have any ideas on if he was actually telling me something before he died?
RIP Edward “Butchi” Hamlet I love you and miss you Big Dawg! Goodbye for now, but not forever…!
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