I haven't written anything in almost a month. About ten minutes after I posted my last journal entry, I got a call from my grandmother telling me that my uncle had died of a massive heart attack. I'm still trying to make sense of the whole thing. He seemed to be healthy. But, he had a smoking habbit, so he died at 38.
He was more like a brother to me than an uncle. We were only 12 years appart and grew up in the same house. A month later I still can't believe he's gone. How do I keep myself from going insane over this?
He was more like a brother to me than an uncle. We were only 12 years appart and grew up in the same house. A month later I still can't believe he's gone. How do I keep myself from going insane over this?