Im afraid I will cry when I see my Uncle. I use to be so strong for people. I use to be able to comfort them. I still can for everyday stuff. But I cant stand the thought of losing my Uncle. He is like me. He has a blue twinkly eyes. We get them from Grandma. They call them smiling eyes. He would never hurt a fly. He has a speech problem and he has never wanted for anything in this world but a roof and a decent meal. I cant stand the thought of him being all skinny. If he is. I know he has an IV. I wish I wouldnt have broke ties with my family while he was sick. I didnt choose this. We actually got sick at the same time. My mom really didnt seem to care about either of us. Now she is gonna say that I didnt care about him. I can hear it now. My sister w/ her ugly angry stare! I hope I can get thru this. Im not even gonna look at them if possible. They scare me and make my head spin.
