Yesterday afternoon, my dad called me and told me that my uncle Rey died. The conversation was short and I was at a loss for words. It was somewhat expected because uncle Rey has been battling cancer for the past few years, but at the same time it was unexpected to hear the news that day. Today, I call I called my mom today to see when the funeral was, and she tells me that he was alive yesterday and then he died again today. He apparently came back came back to life yesterday. Apparently sometimes people can die and come back (I don’t know how it happened exactly). Today my family was able to visit him at the hospital. According to my mom, he was not able to talk, but he showed lots of emotion on his face. Shortly after the visit, he died for real. It’s so weird to think that he died, but he was alive and then find out that after the fact he died again.

My uncle Rey

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