This morning around 11:00A.M. Pernel Jones & Sons Funeral Home had two men came and took my uncle away to the funeral home. He died sometime this morning around 8:00; he died of Prostate Cancer. To say that this ‘God‘ took him is very stupid. He died because he had Cancer, not because this God took him. I kept hearing that the whole time I was there at my grandmothers house, they kept saying that God took him. No, Cancer took my uncle.

My uncle wasn’t a good person nor was he a bad person, he was a smart man but he made dumb decisions and lied so much. He detailed cars for a living and he was damn good at it. Half of Cleveland , Ohio basically showed up at my grandmothers house during those 5 days I was visiting. He had two sons, that lived in Maryland. They managed to come visit him before he passed. They stayed with him all day, they never left his side until it was time for them to go to their hotel. The following day, my uncle died. He just wanted to see his sons one last time before he passed away and he was able to get that chance. He was so happy to see them. My grandmother; my uncle’s mother didn’t cry until they was putting him in the hearse. My mom; my uncle’s sister cried while he was still in his room getting ready to be taken out. Me, I cried outside on the front porch, not because he died but because I am going to truly miss him.

Christians often become bitter and blame their God to why ‘he’ takes their loved ones away. Getting bitter isn’t going to bring him back; neither will crying about it. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t mourn but to play the blame game? No, that’s stupid. Mind as well get bitter at Cancer, car accidents, natural disasters and anything else while you’re at it. It was so hard to not tell them I’m an Atheist just so they can stop telling me to pray for strength to get through my uncle passing. I got my own strength, I don’t need no mythological, imaginary being to help me get through a death in the family. Praying don’t get me through trials and tribulations, I do. So sick of people telling me to pray about things when the shit hits the fan. Seems that those of faith pray only when they want something or when they need to get out of something. Only thanking this God when they almost have a life or death situation.

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