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For a day that started out to be painfully dull, it's now because one full of extreme sadness and worry. Growing up I spent my childhood down in Alabama. My mom was going through this strange time in her life and she basically pushed off my care and upbringing to my Aunt Bee and Uncle David. They basically took care of me when my mom was unable. For 7 years I was over at their house like 90% of the time. They loved me, made sure I was happy, and were pretty much my absent parental figures. I was very close to him, especially my Uncle David. He was like the father that I didn't have, because mine didn't even talk to me until I was 14 and that was after mom tracked him down. I adored my uncle. I was the apple of their eyes because it was known early on in their marriage that they wouldn't be able to have kids, so I guess I filled that void.
Now, my aunt and uncle were not perfect people and they had their faults but they were good decent people. The summer I turned 13 my mom decided to move me and her to Oklahoma where her other kids from another marriage lived. Once again I was pawned off to someone else, my sister, but that's another story. Because this is the way of things I was young and entering highschool and I soon lost touch with my aunt and uncle. I used to get phone calls every week and cards for my birthday/easter/christmas. Soon the the phonecalls stopped and so did the cards. We just didn't talk. Right when we started again my aunt said something awful about my mom and I let it slip to my sister who in turn told my mom and it just turned out bad. That was the month I was graduating highschool. That was in May of 2006. Since then I'd only talked to my aunt two times and my uncle none.
While I had moved my uncle had changed, he picked of a bottle and never put it down. And for the past 8 years he slowly turned into an alcoholic. He told my aunt last week that he needed help, he knew he needed help. Apparently he'd been drunk all of this past week. My aunt heard him fall this morning and rushed to go help him, but he was unresponsive. She called her neighbor over and she couldn't wake him either, and neither could the EMTs. My mom just called me a few minutes ago and told me this, he is in the ER in critical condition and they say it doesn't look like he's going to make it. I dunno what's going to happen and I can't stop crying. If he does die there will be no way I could make it down there for a funeral. I want to be there for my aunt, she's going to be all alone... I should have kept in touch, should have told him I loved him more. I haven't said that in 3 years.
Now, my aunt and uncle were not perfect people and they had their faults but they were good decent people. The summer I turned 13 my mom decided to move me and her to Oklahoma where her other kids from another marriage lived. Once again I was pawned off to someone else, my sister, but that's another story. Because this is the way of things I was young and entering highschool and I soon lost touch with my aunt and uncle. I used to get phone calls every week and cards for my birthday/easter/christmas. Soon the the phonecalls stopped and so did the cards. We just didn't talk. Right when we started again my aunt said something awful about my mom and I let it slip to my sister who in turn told my mom and it just turned out bad. That was the month I was graduating highschool. That was in May of 2006. Since then I'd only talked to my aunt two times and my uncle none.
While I had moved my uncle had changed, he picked of a bottle and never put it down. And for the past 8 years he slowly turned into an alcoholic. He told my aunt last week that he needed help, he knew he needed help. Apparently he'd been drunk all of this past week. My aunt heard him fall this morning and rushed to go help him, but he was unresponsive. She called her neighbor over and she couldn't wake him either, and neither could the EMTs. My mom just called me a few minutes ago and told me this, he is in the ER in critical condition and they say it doesn't look like he's going to make it. I dunno what's going to happen and I can't stop crying. If he does die there will be no way I could make it down there for a funeral. I want to be there for my aunt, she's going to be all alone... I should have kept in touch, should have told him I loved him more. I haven't said that in 3 years.