Another Uncle Charles died last week. This one had a heart that was overburdened by a life of stress. Uncle Chuck did not trust hospitals and medical doctors. Despite feeling run down for the past decade or so, he refused to see a doctor– he simply did not trust modern medicine. Perhaps something he witnessed while working in a state prison for all his adult life created this fear of his fellow man in his soul.
According to eyewitness reports, a failing respiratory system was what caused Charles Pro to convulse in a recliner chair in his living room last Monday. This death is nearly identical to the rapture that had taken my Great Uncle Charles just a few weeks ago.
Aunt Roxie shouted “Don’t leave me now, Chuck. I love you,” after she called the ambulance.
Uncle Chuck went into the light anyway, and according to Aunt Roxie, there was a loud clapping sound that reminded her of far-off thunder moments before he passed. She entered the family living room to investigate the commotion, and to determine if Chuck had fallen asleep watching Storm Stories on the Weather Channel again.
Chuck was found twitching on his favorite chair, as if struck by a thunderbolt.
Aunt Roxie, who lost her first husband in the Vietnam War, has decided to keep the flannel shirt that Uncle Chuck was wearing the moment he died—
“I ain’t ever gonna worsh it,” she claims—“Not this one. No, I’m keeping it like this—so I can smell him when I need to.”