When it rains, it pours…

I am still in the process of dealing with my Grandma’s death and now my uncle has died. I am still dealing with some psychotic symptoms from going off my meds and I have barely managed to stay out of the hospital. There is no way I can make the drive home for his funeral—it would not be safe for me to be in the car for 10 hours. I feel a little guilty about that, but I know he would rather I take care of myself.

I am trying to focus on the positive memories I have of him. All the fun times we had riding horses together, sitting around campfires, playing horse shoes…he taught me how to play poker. He had a major drinking problem, but he quit. He was a good source of support when I was trying to quit drinking. We sat in his kitchen drinking coffee and talking for hours at a time. He always made me feel special by teasing me and telling me stories. He made me feel like I was somebody—I always left his house feeling good about myself. I will miss him.