He's been torn from the next continent and back, about this whole situation. I looked over at him, as he continued to stare at the carpeted floor, probably thinking of something to say. I decided to speak up, "What's up, Dad?" His chocolate brown eyes, averted themselves over to me, his attention was on me now. "Oh, uh.... I have a question for you." "Okay? What's the question?" "I called grandpa to move in, and help out with mom, are you okay with that?"

This is a poem I wrote about my Uncle Andrew. Who passed away 7/30/17. He had Huntington Disease or HD. And N.B.I.A or Neurodegeneration with Brain Iron Accumulation. he passed away at age 22. I miss him so much. But I love him even more.