I'm a single black mother that is raising a wonderful lil boy!!!
I just wanted to post about my Uncle Jesse. He died 4 years ago today.
I was pregnant with my son when they diagnosed him with stomach cancer. Everyone thought that he caught it in time and that he would be ok. Well he had the surgery and things were going very well.
I remember this day like it was yesterday. I was at my desk at work and my mom called me hysterical!!! She told me that my Uncle Jesse took a turn for the worse and that he might not make it. So I'm at my desk crying and going crazy!!! MY UNCLE IS GONNA DIE!!! Well everyone had to calm me down cuz I had to drive to the hospital and they didn't want anything to be wrong with the baby. So I remember I held onto my girlfriend and she held me and told me to calm down. I calmed down and drove myself to the hospital where he was at. I get there and by this time, he's in so much pain that he was hysterical. He couldn't talk or anything. Everytime he tried to talk nothing would come out but moans and stuff. So I'm losing it cuz I was so excited for him to see my son born because he was supposed to be born on August 5th.
The family goes into the waiting room where the Dr. arrives and tells us that he gonna die. They wanted our permission to give him medication to take away the pain, but they warned that soon after they give him this, it would be pretty much over. So the family is in the waiting room and everyone kept telling me to sit down and rest. Well I wouldn't listen. The walk from the waiting room to ICU was like a good couple of blocks and I was walking back and forth like 5 or 6 times. I was told to rest but when my mom screamed that he was gonna die, I ran to ICU. I sobbed so much. He was like a father to me. He was supposed to be the man that would give me away when I got married, and now my 2nd father is about to die!!!
So the family is gathered around his bed saying prayers and crying. We stood there and watched my Uncle take his last breaths.
Well they pronounced him dead at like 8 pm that nite. The family is getting ready to go home. My son's father take my car and goes home. My mom is with me and I told her I had to pee. So I go to the bathroom and I tell her that I didn't feel right. She's like, what's wrong. I'm like mom, I just peed but I feel like I just peed all over myself. So she's like since we are at the hospital that your supposed to give birth at, let go and get checked.
Ok so we get to the prenatal unit and they take me in a room. The nurse tells me to put on a gown and to give her my underwear. She explained that she was gonna put a strip to my panties to tell if my water broke. If my water broke, then the strip would turn blue. Well she put the strip to my panties and sure as fuck, the strip turns blue!!! WOW!!! I gonna be giving birth pretty soon!!!
Well that whole experience was just wierd. But I truly believe in the saying that in order for someone to be born, someone has to die.
Today my uncle would of been 64 if he was still alive. I miss him alot. He was a "GOOD" man. Him and my mom were tight and it broke her heart that she had to help bury her best friend.
And when my son was born, I named my son after him. My son's middle name is Jesse and I will always remember and love my UNCLE JESSE!!!
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