A man born in to a world he was never meant to understand.                             Living life one disaster at a time, tripping over the edge of oblivion                  when a certin circumstance happened that was never dreamed possible.                Blindsided and shocked, drained of the desire to live                                            he drowns himself in fiery liquid.                                                                            The booze disolved him quickly but his soul still screeched for help.                          Farther and farther he sunk in to a grave only he himself could dig.                           So many oppritunities this able mind could have achieved,                                    but every drink drowns another quality of who was once my uncle.                            Failure was not an option to him yet although the truth was there                              And it was as strong as the whiskey on his breath.                                                    One day he pulls out his wallet looking for some money for another bottle,                 but what he seen was not cash and neither was it change,                                    but he pulls out a picture of his neice but he can barely remember her name.        This opens his eyes to a world he has never seen.  "if someone i care about, someone I really love disapears over my greed and this glass of whiskey still don't kill the pain what is it worth?"   He then stumbles to the sink and pours it down the drain.  "I have a problem I need to face, I can't keep living for yesterday"  The next month in treatmeant he sees a fimiliar face, the once forgotton picture is now a real memory. I know mistakes have happened and that we had a bitte start but it's never to late to shape up and uncle, I love you with all my heart!

This was a poem I wrote a couple years ago, I was named after my mother's brother and I loved him like a father. he was always an alcoholic he never quit. this story isn't really true, my uncle recently passed away in april because of his alcoholism. Its not a good thing to grow up around but theres not a whole lot you can do about it but always let them know how much you love them and hope for the best in my case the worst happened but after his mother died (my grandmother) he never was the same.

Kelly,

This poem, and your explanation for it is one of the saddest things I have ever read. I'm sorry that you lost your uncle, that you couldn't have the fantasy ending you wanted. I could say you learned something from the experience, but I know from similar experiences that you would happily trade the lessons for your uncle back. It's just so sad, and it happens everyday in front of you while they're doing it. You know they're killing themselves, they know it, they know you know it, but they can't help it. You drive yourself crazy trying to understand it, and then the inevitable happens and they do die just like everyone, including their doctor, said they would, and you want to feel the right way but still you feel guilty for feeling a little bit relieved. At least that was my experience. I'm so glad that you have such a good attitude despite everything; maybe you get that from your mom, or maybe it just comes from you, but you are a strong person and I have high hopes for you. The best you can do is thrive and rise above it all and live a good, meaningful life. I believe you will. I realize you probably already know this, but you did deserve the happy ending. It's not your fault you didn't get it, and I know he must have wanted that for you too. You were special to him.

Brees