My uncle was killed some time between February and March 8 when the police did a welfare check on him. He was buried in concrete in his bathtub. 
I last texted him a thanks for my birthday gift January 15th. He texted back a thoughtful message. He always did. He got me better than my parents I think.but it was a line here or there with us. He never lived near me but visited when I was young especially. 
with his funeral I wasn't able to go as someone had to stay and take care of my mother who has dementia. My dad went. He selected the service. I am angry at some of that. I texted my uncles number because he was the one who would have understood where I was coming from. 
He was the one who dealt with the demise of my marriage and it's awful details with understanding and kindness. 
his memorial service and burial was yesterday and I can't stop crying. My chest aches. I can't catch my breath. Yesterday hit hard.