Life is so unfair

This has to be one of the hardest weeks so far in my life and it is only Tuesday. About 2 weeks ago my dad went up to the lake to do some work at the cabin. My uncle who lives up there was on the excavator helping him and doing fine work. He was feeling tired and was throwing up while he was there. He had a doctors appointment planned for the Thursday on the island. The left early on the Wednesday thinking that maybe they could get in sooner. A month ago he had a full work up and blood work and everything came back normal so they were thinking it may be the flu but possibly something else. By Friday my mom had filled me in that they had found cancer on his liver but that wasn't his primary site and more testing was being done to find the primary. The specialist was coming Monday to let them know. Tony and I figured we would go over this upcoming weekend or next to visit him. We were at a paintball tournament all weekend and couldn't go over earlier we figured. By Saturday my parents made the plan that we should all go over on Monday as he wasn't doing to well. Tony took the day off work as well and we got up very early to make the 7am ferry. So 7 of us and 2 dogs piled into my dads truck and off we went. Unfortunately we were too late to say goodbye. He passed away just before we all got there. His 2 daughters and my aunt were there with him though so I think it was as it should be. He was only 61 and way to young to die. I really wanted to help with something and do something for my cousins and my aunt but instead I was sent home. That meant my whole family had to go. At first I felt really upset that just because I was pregnant I was being treated like I wasn't able to help. I have gotten over this as that wasn't what it was. This baby is now very important to them as it is life and they need that now. I think one of the hardest parts for me was knowing Tony cried. I have seen him through the deaths of 3 grandparents and the miscarriage and never seen him even have any emotion. I know my uncle was special to him but I just didn't expect to see him like that. He was one of the few who was able to go up to my uncle after and touch him and say goodbye. I know that he went to the island to say his good byes but I am so thankful he was there for me too. We came home on the 11 ferry and we came straight home as he had strict instructions from my aunt to take care of me. When we got home we found out that my grandpa had fallen and was being admitted to the hospital for possible pneumonia as well. I don't think my aunt can deal with all of this now she already lost her husband she doesn't need to lose her father as well. I am usually pretty good at keeping my emotions in check but now it just isn't working. I went to the liquor store to buy some rum for Tony and saw the Crown Royal which was my Uncles drink and burst into tears. I don't know if the staff knew what to do with me. I just can't believe he is gone. We only just had the last 5 years or so that we got really close to him and got to spend time with him. I can't imagine what my aunt and cousins are going through. I want to help them and yet there is nothing I can do but look after my baby for them. Life just isn't fair, 61 year old men that are in shape and healthy aren't' supposed to die in less than 2 weeks from feeling okay to gone. I don't know what I am going to do without him, and I don't know how to help my aunt or cousins who are probably thinking the same thing to more extremes.

RIP Lance Geary. I love you and will miss you!