My Uncle Steve was always a pretty quiet man. In many ways I always felt like I didn't know him very well.
My Uncle went to Vietnam while serving in the Navy and came back a veteran unlike many other men who died for our country.
Physically he was fine.
Mentally...he was not. Since then he had been a 100% disabled veteran due to paranoid schizophrenia. He was sometimes hard to talk to, as it was obvious he was hearing voices in his head.
He never held a job for longer than a few months. He was kicked out of apartment buildings for being "odd." He went bankrupt after people took advantage of his ability to not fully think right.
I had tried to talk to him about his experience in Vietnam when I was younger and becoming more interested in war and my families military involvment. Even as a young kid, I could tell the topic was disturbing for him and not something he wanted to relive...for all I know, he was reliving it everyday in his head without a prying nephew asking more questions.
Recently my Uncle went went through one of his low points where he stopped taking his medication.. He ran away to Reno without telling anyone, lost alot of money gambling then came back home only to be asked to leave his apartment building due to his comments to some of the other tenants.
My Dad, who had been his legal guardian, put him up in a hotel about a week ago. Tonight my Uncle was found dead in his hotel room. He would have been 62 on Thursday.
When my Uncle was 2, and my dad was just born, their father ran away never to be heard from again. My grandma raised them both alone. My Uncle never married, never had kids, spent many years of his life hearing voices in his head, and tonight he died alone.
This has been the hardest journal I have ever written, I know when people write journals about relatives passing away you get the traditional "I'm Sorry" and there really is nothing else to say.
I had not talked to my Uncle for more than a month since my parents basically told me he made no sense on the phone. I wish I had called him. He really was a good man, I only wish his life had been easier on him.
My Uncle went to Vietnam while serving in the Navy and came back a veteran unlike many other men who died for our country.
Physically he was fine.
Mentally...he was not. Since then he had been a 100% disabled veteran due to paranoid schizophrenia. He was sometimes hard to talk to, as it was obvious he was hearing voices in his head.
He never held a job for longer than a few months. He was kicked out of apartment buildings for being "odd." He went bankrupt after people took advantage of his ability to not fully think right.
I had tried to talk to him about his experience in Vietnam when I was younger and becoming more interested in war and my families military involvment. Even as a young kid, I could tell the topic was disturbing for him and not something he wanted to relive...for all I know, he was reliving it everyday in his head without a prying nephew asking more questions.
Recently my Uncle went went through one of his low points where he stopped taking his medication.. He ran away to Reno without telling anyone, lost alot of money gambling then came back home only to be asked to leave his apartment building due to his comments to some of the other tenants.
My Dad, who had been his legal guardian, put him up in a hotel about a week ago. Tonight my Uncle was found dead in his hotel room. He would have been 62 on Thursday.
When my Uncle was 2, and my dad was just born, their father ran away never to be heard from again. My grandma raised them both alone. My Uncle never married, never had kids, spent many years of his life hearing voices in his head, and tonight he died alone.
This has been the hardest journal I have ever written, I know when people write journals about relatives passing away you get the traditional "I'm Sorry" and there really is nothing else to say.
I had not talked to my Uncle for more than a month since my parents basically told me he made no sense on the phone. I wish I had called him. He really was a good man, I only wish his life had been easier on him.
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Got your app to SG Motorcycles. Sorry for the delayed response, Farter Miscommunications fucked up the wiring in my new place, leaving me without internet for a month.Please post in MY journal a little bit about what you ride, where, how long you've been riding, etc. If you don't currently ride, say something about why you should be a member of SGMC anyway. Anything to let me know you're actually interested in SGMC will do. If you know a current SGMC member, you can ask him/her to vouch for you in my journal.
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