At age 50, my dad's twin brother passed away. There hasn't been a coroner's report or autoposy yet, but we all know it was the methamphetamine that killed his heart.
My dad and my uncle were very close, as twins usually are, although the drugs had made him a different person.
My dad had set up a small travel trailer on his property for my uncle to live in. These last few months my uncle would come and go at odd hours, be gone for days on end, and no one would know where he was. Four days ago my uncle said he was going to Redding and that so-and-so was giving him a ride. The next morning no one saw him get up. No one answered his door. My dad and another uncle assumed that he'd left for Redding in the middle of the night, as he often did.
But late last night (3 days later) my dad started smelling something very disgusting. At first he thought it was my uncle's trash can. But when he got close to the trailer he could look through the windows and see THOUSANDS of flys.
I can't imagine what it must feel like to find your twin dead and swollen from three days of sitting in the heat of the summer, locked inside a hot trailer.
I was very close to my Uncle Ronnie. I love him very much. My heart is breaking. I can't believe how sad it is to see a great person change so much because of a stupid chemical substance. He died SO young.
My heart also breaks for my cousins, his children. They were all he had. Their mother abandoned them at a young age and then died herself. They were SO close to their father.
OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS HURTS. I HATE CRYING.
And I can't fucking understand WHY I'm on GFY posting this shit either.
FUCK!!!
My dad and my uncle were very close, as twins usually are, although the drugs had made him a different person.
My dad had set up a small travel trailer on his property for my uncle to live in. These last few months my uncle would come and go at odd hours, be gone for days on end, and no one would know where he was. Four days ago my uncle said he was going to Redding and that so-and-so was giving him a ride. The next morning no one saw him get up. No one answered his door. My dad and another uncle assumed that he'd left for Redding in the middle of the night, as he often did.
But late last night (3 days later) my dad started smelling something very disgusting. At first he thought it was my uncle's trash can. But when he got close to the trailer he could look through the windows and see THOUSANDS of flys.
I can't imagine what it must feel like to find your twin dead and swollen from three days of sitting in the heat of the summer, locked inside a hot trailer.
I was very close to my Uncle Ronnie. I love him very much. My heart is breaking. I can't believe how sad it is to see a great person change so much because of a stupid chemical substance. He died SO young.
My heart also breaks for my cousins, his children. They were all he had. Their mother abandoned them at a young age and then died herself. They were SO close to their father.
OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS HURTS. I HATE CRYING.
And I can't fucking understand WHY I'm on GFY posting this shit either.
FUCK!!!
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