I haven’t been on tumblr in forever, but I need a place to vent where no one truly reads / looks. On saturday, january 22nd of 2011, a man died who has the biggest impact on my life. This man was no ordinary man, he was extraordinary, strong, funny as hell, loving, and so many other adjectives I’m too stupid to know. How can someone so good and deep hearted be put through so much? beat up, made fun of, abused, and last but not least dragged through the hell we call cancer for over fucking 10 years. How can someone who gets kicked so many times still be happy and spread it to others? I really don’t know, I’m a teenager with a good family, grades, financials, and I’m a spoiled fucking bitch who ‘hates’ life. He spent a good portion of his life under the table with half his skin falling off with unexplainable pain, not to mention emotional pain from the looks he got from ignorant people, children, and others. Someone as good as him deserves anything but the hand he was dealt, what ‘god’ would make any PERSON none the less a good one suffer 3 different types of cancer? I fucking hate god for fucking up your life, I fucking hate cancer, I fucking hate the priest who molested you, I fucking hate that your gone, I fucking hate everyone who makes fun of homosexuals, I fucking hate any person that gave you a look because of the skin cancer, I fucking hate how I forgot cherish every single second I had with you, I fucking hated christmas, I fucking hated seeing you looking like how you did, I fucking hate how our family is fighting over what to do for your service, I fucking hate that you were taken away from me, I fucking hate that you had to suffer through so much. I fucking hated all of it. You’ll never know how much you meant to me Uncle Bobby.
I hope you don’t rest, I hope you live it up, up there.
I’m gunna miss you.
