Sitting here, writing, and feeling empty inside. He was a loud, jovial man. He'd start any message o…

Sitting here, writing, and feeling empty inside. He was a loud, jovial man. He'd start any message or call with, 'You know you're my most beloved and only niece.' He called me at noon today to ask about a card. I was on my way to the train station, and we exchanged a few words... And now I'm on the train, heading out on a business trip. At 5:00 PM, my brother called, asking where to call. We went to my uncle's place, and we found him lying on the floor in an unnatural position, no pulse or breathing. Then came the ambulance, and the pronouncement of death. And I can't even go back right now... He was only 56 years old... And you'll never call or text again, never ask how Mishutka is doing. My son was also attached to him, considered him a second grandfather. Rest in peace 🙏 you'll forever be in my heart.