Things have a habit of ending before they get the chance to really begin. But maybe that's part of the magic for I will cherish every single moment I spent loving my uncle. To have been a part of his life and to have walked beside him was an honour; one I will never forget.
We couldn't fix him but at the end of the day, that was never our intention. I just hope that in the time that we had with him we showed him that being broken wasn't so bad.
If his death taught me anything it's that everyone deserves to be loved, regardless of how broken they are. You never know when your last day on earth will be. You don't know when that borrowed time you're working with might be up.
Do everything with kindness. Kind acts are never wasted.
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Words from a grieving heart.
Non-FictionIn July 2017 I lost my uncle. It was my first time experiencing grief and I didn't (still don't) really know how to handle it. It was at my lowest moment that I picked up a notebook and pen and began to write. I wrote everything from letters to poem...
