My grandmother's brother was killed today. He was doing tractor work and was plowing the fields or something when he lost control of the tractor; it flipped over on top of him, killing him instantly.
Indeed. I didn't even have any idea who he was or that he existed until today -- not sure about my mom -- so I'm fine myself. We went to her house for about an hour for some moral support. Edit - 8:36 PM PT: He was there when we went to my grandmother's mother's funeral. However, I was a little kid then and don't remember much about it.
