So, last July my very ill uncle came to CA to have his final birthday party. He had Brain cancer and it was killing him very fast. He got in May of 2024 and by July he was in a wheelchair. Lost alot of weight because of chemo. Couldn’t talk properly. (I mean this without disrespect) but he was helpless. There were two seperate events. My entire family had an event for him and my old church had an event for him aswell. I didnt go to either one because I didn’t geel comfortable there. My uncle and I used to be close. Not extremely close but close. We hadn’t talked in five years. Since 2020. Maybe once or twice aftef that but no real conversation.

I didnt want to go because I didnt want to see him like that. He was dying. I cant see nobody like that. It’s not me as a person unless I’m close with you. My mom thought I should’ve went but I was insistant and not being there. I also was going through my own stuff with the family. I decided to skip most family events. I hate family events. They’ve always bored me. I also hate the small talk with the other relatives. It’s not a fun time for me at least. I was happy to skip NOT because I hated him but because I genuinly did not want to be there. He died in September. His memorial was in October. It was a good event, sad but good.

The next day my aunt asked me why I didnt go. I made some excuse. She knew I was lying because my mom told her I didnt want to go. But I didnt care if she knew or not. I’m not obligated to go anywhere I don’t want.

R.I.P My uncle