Farewell pt . 1
I know I've said some bad things about my Uncle. I know. How cliche. I want to make a tribute but I don't know him that well to make this one. My Uncle died just 5 days ago. It all happened so fast like a blur. I'm not going into details but let me tell you a bit of backstory. Last month in the 3rd week of July, he was arrested and incarcerated. The arrest went down at their home - Grandma's house. There was a scuffle, shouts were heard and we were too late witness - they had him quickly. Immediately after that, Grandma was inconsolable. We were informed that she had a small part in the scuffle and was trying to get the police from arresting her son. All throughout the next day, she was crying and was calling out to Uncle. Her tantrums were childlike. Owing to her forgetfulness, the tears were shed for the day and was forgotten the next. And to put it simply, she forgot the whole arrest ever happened. Now after that, she was asking for Uncle. Where is he? Why isn