Boats

This one's gonna be a bit dark, so don't read further if that's not what you can handle right now. My uncle shot himself in the head a few nights ago. He took his .22 and put it just underneath his chin and pulled the trigger. The bullet broke multiple teeth, destroyed his eye, and is currently lodged in his brain. Doctors say they won't take it out, and that they're pulling him off life support here directly. I don't expect him to survive the end of the day. I remember when my dad broke the news to me; he said it so matter-of-factly, but I could feel the anger in his voice. I don't blame him. It's been a hard road to say the least, but it's one that none of us expected to lead to this kind of end. I made this post a few weeks ago, and the irony hurts so much—I could almost laugh. That post received some good attention when it came out, and I think the message still stands despite its overtly crass language. But to see what I fear come directly into my life—it's something that makes…