Tomorrow marks 2 years since my uncle died.
Two years later, I’m still sad. I still miss him. And this time of year is just really hard for me because all those feelings come back. Even though its been 2 years, these feelings have not gone away. Some times I feel like my family has gotten over it, and here I am still crying and still missing him. I’m here physically and getting my shit done, but mentally Im not there. And I havent been there for almost a week. I feel alone and I can’t speak to anyone about it because no one gets it.