Death In The Family

On Thursday,the 2 of October 2014, I lost someone very dear to my heart; my granduncle. He died in the morning while I was at work. They say that you feel it when something is about to happen to you or someone close to you, and I did feel it.
I went to work with a sinking feeling in my tummy; like something bad was going to happen. As I sat in the studio; I work at a radio station, I thought 'how would we get in touch with my mom if someone died, since she is on a pilgrimage to Mecca?', but I pushed the thought away,cos I didn't expect that to happen.
Normally, I have shows from 8am to 9;30am and 2pm to 4pm. After my morning show, I went out with my colleague and friend,Chris to sit at a cafe while he work on his website.At one point he asked me what was wrong cos I was normally bubbly and talkative but somehow I was so quite that morning...I couldn't answer cos I couldn't understand it myself, so I told him nothing was wrong...I was just stressed.
Later that afternoon,he and I went round town looking for an office space to rent,then went to pick up his niece and nephew from school and did other stuff and still all these things never fulled that void, that emptiness that something was wrong somewhere. I didn't go back to the station after that,I made him send me home.
When I got home, I changed and prayed and then I decided to go to my aunt's house. As I got to her house,my granduncle's thought came to mind and I told myself to ask about him since its been long I'd seen him. 
My aunt wasn't home when I got there, so I asked my cousin about my granduncle and that was when she told me he'd passed that morning. Words cant explain the grief I felt. My uncle, as everyone called him, had died.He passed away while he was calling out for his senior sister, who is my grandmother from my mother's side.
My uncle, who always made me laugh so hard just from the things he said, had gone on to eternal life. I couldn't deal...I still tear up when I think about him. I have never experienced death, not with someone that I was so familiar with. When both of my grandparents died, from my father's side and my grandfather on my mother's side died, I didn't feel this much grief, I figure cos I wasn't that familiar with them...I was just a child by then, so I probably didn't know what was going on.
Each morning I wake up and he is the first thought I have and the last before I sleep each night. I pray that he finds peace and Allah grants him Jannah.