First and foremost, I would like to give my most sincere apologies to the internet for neglecting to explain myself beforehand. On the 23rd, I ended up going to Montreal on a surprise trip. It wasn't planned for weeks or months, it was just "Kids, we're going to Montreal on Tuesday. Pack for three days." So, that's what happened. We drove the 12 hours to Montreal on Tuesday, pausing once for gas.
You see, my uncle Anthony has cancer, so we were going down to see him one last time before he died. Two years ago, we didn't get to see my great grandmother before she died, so now, we absolutely had to go see him.
We got to Montreal at about 6. Dad went in to see him, then came back to the van and told us that he was going downhill fast, and he only wanted Mom to see him. So, we sat in the van and waited. Then, we went to a BBQ joint for some sandwiches.
The next morning, we found out he had died three hours after we left.
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