When I arrived at the hospice we saw family members. We looked at them in their eyes were Thierry and shocked. They said that my uncle Ross passed away we were in shock my sister started to cry I was so shocked I didn't know what to do I didn't believe it at first but when we went in his room I saw him. He was like as pale as a ghost he was just laying still quiet and not life like at all at that moment I almost broke down in tears. But for some reason no tears were coming out. So I played it off like I was fine but inside I was horrified. It was strange my dad told me when he passed away and we missed him an hour and a half late. We got there at 1:30 and he passed away at 12:37 what's the exact time. At that point I wanted to leave so when we got out of his room I set down and started to text one of my best friends and I said "i'm sad I don't know what to do my uncle just passed away" I felt cold and sad and I want to cry but I held it back. I knew I shouldn't of held it back but My other ankle broke down and there is a family room in the hospice. So my uncle and his friend went in and close the door behind them.
