Uncle Cando died this morning. His daughter Cathy called my mother to tell her. My mother said Cathy was crying and crying. I feel bad for her as he was her father. Tomorrow is the wake. Saturday, the funeral. I’m going to Foxwood’s casino tomorrow so I’ll go to the funeral with my mother on Saturday. Cando never did anything bad to me and now he’s dead. Cando has gone to meet his Maker, and He’ll decide what’s what.