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I haven't posted in forever, and now I only have sad things to talk about.
Yesterday, my uncle, his wife, and her (grown) son were all killed in some sort of murder suicide situation. The police really aren't sure who shot who or how it happened, but it does appear that two guns were used, so we might not ever know what really happened. My mom found out yesterday afternoon (it was her brother.) She found out because her other brother saw it on one of the local news websites. They didn't have any names in the article, but it mentioned the street and had a picture of my uncle's house. The police wouldn't give my mom or her brother any information, so they had to wait until my cousin drove down from Savannah.
It's awful and sad. I think my uncle had been depressed for awhile, and he was almost always drinking. I can't think of a time in the past few years when he didn't have a beer in his hand. His wife drank a lot too, so they were probably drunk and fighting. As far as we can tell, his wife's son came over to help or intervene or something, and who knows what happened from there.
He was always my favorite uncle. He lived with us in my mom's house for a few years while I was growing up. I'm going between shocked and upset and trying not to think about it too much. My mom told me last night and I thought about not going to school today, but I decided this morning that it'd be better to just have a normal day. And once I got to school and the kids came in, I was glad I went. They were sweet and cute and happy and it was our last day before winter break, so we watched the Polar Express and had our little winter break party. I didn't tell anyone until after school, because really what has been making me cry is people being sympathetic. Which is really very nice and appreciated, but I knew to make it through today I couldn't deal with it.
so... sigh. Winter break is here and I have a funeral to go to on Monday.
Yesterday, my uncle, his wife, and her (grown) son were all killed in some sort of murder suicide situation. The police really aren't sure who shot who or how it happened, but it does appear that two guns were used, so we might not ever know what really happened. My mom found out yesterday afternoon (it was her brother.) She found out because her other brother saw it on one of the local news websites. They didn't have any names in the article, but it mentioned the street and had a picture of my uncle's house. The police wouldn't give my mom or her brother any information, so they had to wait until my cousin drove down from Savannah.
It's awful and sad. I think my uncle had been depressed for awhile, and he was almost always drinking. I can't think of a time in the past few years when he didn't have a beer in his hand. His wife drank a lot too, so they were probably drunk and fighting. As far as we can tell, his wife's son came over to help or intervene or something, and who knows what happened from there.
He was always my favorite uncle. He lived with us in my mom's house for a few years while I was growing up. I'm going between shocked and upset and trying not to think about it too much. My mom told me last night and I thought about not going to school today, but I decided this morning that it'd be better to just have a normal day. And once I got to school and the kids came in, I was glad I went. They were sweet and cute and happy and it was our last day before winter break, so we watched the Polar Express and had our little winter break party. I didn't tell anyone until after school, because really what has been making me cry is people being sympathetic. Which is really very nice and appreciated, but I knew to make it through today I couldn't deal with it.
so... sigh. Winter break is here and I have a funeral to go to on Monday.