nmdi

It’s weird thinking that someone I was once close to, someone who I adored and looked up to isn’t the person I use to know. The last time I got to see him was at my cousin’s viewing and it was only a quick glimpse. He was there for five minutes which seemed more like five seconds. The moment I saw him I was overly happy because I’ve missed him so and tears fell from my face… I have never cried from being overly happy before, he was the only one to have that effect on me so far, surprisingly. I never hear from him personally, only stories of him struggling with life, being unemployed, and what kills me the most… him being sick. Up until now, I never knew he was doing drugs until three nights ago. He went crazy…

I guess I was too young to understand what was happening. I’m upset cause he shouldn’t be doing this to himself. I just hope he realizes that he has a daughter to take care of and definitely know that our family will support him all the way to make him a better person. I just hope and pray he’ll be a complete person again, hoping he’ll accept that he’s a drug addict, hoping he’ll agree to go into rehab, and hoping he’ll get his life back together.

Uncle, I miss having your presence at family get togethers and your random visits. I love you “ninong”. I hope you’ll get through this.