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My Uncle Don is in the hospital out in Colorado with a massive brain clot. He is a nomad by nature, and was staying with my Uncle Jimmy (my dad's identical twin) this past week. Jim's step daughter found Don on the porch in a pool of his own vomit and unresponsive while she was on her way to work yesterday morning.

I feel bad for my Uncle Jimmy for having to take care of all of this as he's the only family member out in Colorado. I feel bad for Don's kids as they will be having to figure out if they want to drill a hole in their fathers head to relieve the pressure or if they just want to let him go. I feel bad for my father, and all his other siblings here in Michigan and in Florida for potentially loosing their oldest brother.

I hate my Uncle Don.

Not badly enough to want him dead or wish him in the hospital. But his holier than thou attitude, alcoholism and general assholery killed his marriage, estranged a child, and pushed half the family away from him. If this was anyone else in the family (for the most part) I'd be a wreck. But instead I'm numb and indifferent; and because of this I feel like an ass.