Whenever I'm sad or depressed writing helps me a little. Today I would like to talk about my uncle who was also a fan of my writing. Today he passed away and I wasn't there to say goodbye because I'm like a state away.

So, I just want to give you a chapter uncle. You were my first uncle and babysitter. Everyday after school you'd pick me up and I would tell you about my shitty days at school. You'd take me to get candy then whenever I mentioned a bully, you'd say, "fuck them." That always made me laugh then tell my mom later because I was a kid.

You were there when I had my first bike ride. You took me to the park and would watch me play. You were never talktive unless when you were drunk. And when you were drunk was the times I enjoyed you the most. We had such deep conversations and you always talked about your dead wife and how much you missed her and wanted to be with her and how much you actually hated living. I remember once you told me that you wanted to die then you laughed. Today when I got the news, the first thing I though of was that you were finally happy to escape this place.

However you left me with a broken heart. When I heard my mom cry out, "he didn't make it," I was writing. Then I closed my laptop and looked at the wall to process what she had just said. I stared at the wall for a good five minutes then I felt my own heart break. I broke down into tears and I couldn't stop crying. It's been about thirty minutes and I'm still crying that you're gone and I wasn't by your side. They told us you were better, they told us you were fine. But life is full of surprises and you never know what's coming.

Though, I'm coming to South Carolina to say goodbye one last time to your physical body, you'll always live on in my heart uncle Robert. I know I won't be able to sleep for a few days now that you're gone.

I didn't know it would hurt like this. I can't describe it. I've described death in my stories but I could never describe how hurt and heartbroken I am.

But there's something that eases my mind just a little. You weren't happy here. You drunk your emotions away everyday. You reached 72-years-old and you've finally got the wish you always wanted. To leave this place to join your wife. You knew your health was bad but you didn't want to fight it because you thought you had nothing.

It's hard to accept that you're dead, and I know when I see you again in SC I'll have a huge breakdown. But when I get there, I'll tell everyone how happy you were to leave but how much you loved your family too. How much you were there for me. How you supported my books and how you told me that I'll be famous like R.L Stine and buy you a mansion. Thanks for having so much hope in me! I love you so much!

Writing is the only thing that makes me feel better, and giving you your own chapter has calmed me down a little. Maybe I'm crazy for writing so soon after you passed, but it helps a lot.
I love you so much uncle Robert. I'll be packing to take my trip to say goodbye one last time<3

Thats him in the back smiling and throwing up the peace sign. Only Picture I had since he wasn't photogenic.