I had just got out the shower when my brother came running in the room breathing hard. Through the heavily breaths he was taking he managed to utter the words "Mane Mario gone" at that moment my mind wasn't think he was "gone" gone . so Im like okay where he go we can go get him. Im thinking he got tired of life and ran away or some so I laughed.🤦🏾 like why would I grown man run away that's childish.my brother corrected himself and said no he's not breathing. I instantly went into panic mode. They lived only 8 houses down from us so I grabbed my shoes and zoomed down the street. I seen the ambulance just starting to takeoff to the hospital.when I finally made it down the street my mama was crying yelling and panicking "why didn't y'all call me!!!". We had 2 cars so we deciding who's staying to babysit and who's going to the hospital . my mom and stepdad had already left . I rode with my uncle my sister her bf and his daughter. We made it to the hospital around 11 some. We all were nervous when we walked in praying holding hands and shaking. Before we could proceed to the waiting room we had go through a metal detector and be approved by hospital security. once we passed security we went to the front desk to get his room number. They was moving so slow and told us they didnt have a mario jackson. Next thing I know I seen my mom coming out from those double doors shaking her head saying no no he didn't make it. I instantly broke down. I just wanted to see him. he was placed in room #5 I'll never forget it. I walked in and saw my uncles limp body just laying there breathless. . I totally blacked out i screamed hollered and yelled "NO NO NOOOOOOO THIS CAN'T BE TRUE MARIO GET UP PLEASE THIS AINT YOU !!!!!" i literally had a panic attack. The drs intructed for me to sit down before I pass out. Like my uncle really gone and he's not coming back. His body is here however his soul is not. That loving tough greedy sweet funny uncle of mine is actually gone. even after minutes of coming into reality and examining the body i still was waiting on my uncle to get up and say something I just knew he was going to get up and talk like he normally does when he stays at the hospital. I was still sitting there in disbelief. I held his hand just to see if he would react and pull back. I've never seen a dead body before a funeral or moments after the last breath. I could not let myself say goodbye to my uncle. that pain cut me so deep because our family had just gotten closer and we lost the backbone. I had just seen him earlier that day and he told me he would see me later. Not one time that day I thought this would be the way I saw him.
