While I sit at work on break I can't help but realize how antisocial I've become lately. I don't have a passion for people like I used to. They all want attention and sympathy. All I've asked for was respect to me and my family while we push through this difficult time. Somehow my uncle's death is exactly what a few people needed to have an excuse to feel connected to me. Right. Isnt it sad for you to say "now we can cry on each others shoulders because we're sharing this." we're not. My uncle was mine. Your member was yours. I understand that I've been grumpy and moody but frankly this is tough. You don't understand how close we were, he helped raise us. We lived in his house with our dad when we were little, weekends to long periods. He was there for me, a phone call away if needed. We laughed together just a year ago, we argued over who was better at bulletshiting.
He was an amazing man, my uncle dale, my southern lumberjack with a heart of gold. He's going to be missed and not just by me.
