Life

this thread has totally f,ed me up. my uncle was 7 months older than me and my grandmother watched us when i was young because my mom worked.So in essence we grew up more as brothers than uncle and nephew. We shared everything from pea shooters to puberty.Well we grew up and married and led our own lives not seeing each other enough. His wife Debbie,we both married Debbies ,go figure left him and he sat in his recliner and put his 357 to his temple. My Mom and Dad didnt know how to tell me as it was my moms brother so no one contacted me till after the funeral. My best friend in life and I didnt get to say goodbye. I hate him to this day for doing this even though I love him. I never had a real brother and he was an only son. But he was my brother. Same blood different generation. I guess he never thought about how it would hurt me. He,s gone but I feel the pain everytime I slip back to those childhood memories. They are no longer pleasant because now theres always a cloud over them.I will gaurantee you the ones left behind hurt much worse than the departed. Dont give someone the pain i have had to endure.