A short story, I guess.

[novaklovesyou]

This story, thing, seriously was the hardest thing I have ever written. I mean, it doesn't say much. It's just a very personal subject.

Cancer.

I sit at that desk you made. I stare at all of those pictures of you, when you were healthy. Would have never guessed you were so sick. It hurts me. You always so strong. Never shown any signs of this horrible thing.

I write this now, a story for you. I cry as I do. I would have never guessed.

I remember when I was younger you used to pick me up, and throw me. Never hard enough to hurt me. Always onto the couch. I would laugh, you would too. It was priceless, these moments were.

Birthday parties and family get togethers were my favorite. You would punch my arm. Yeah, it hurt. You are a strong guy. It’s a known fact.

I remember the day I found out, the worst news of my life. Rainy. Gross. Hated this weather.

“Calm down.” my mom said to my aunt on the phone. I heard my aunt crying. This was not good.

“What’s going on?” my mom said, knowing something was up.

“He has cancer.”

Those words were a bullet in my heart. I let one tear fall that day. I have not been the same. Not as happy as I once was. I only laugh when someone really makes me laugh. That was not like how it used to be.

How did a stomach infection turn into this? Stupid doctors. Don’t you know anything? You think you would, you dumb dumb people. Cancer and a stomach infection are really different things.

Seeing you in the hospital was the worst. Remember how I had to leave? It was too hard. I cried a lot during that time.

You know, I know you can beat this. You have to. I’m always here. Everyone is. You have the most support anyone could ask for.

We want to see you better. It’s the main goal in my life now.

It’s so hard to see you this way. Like you don’t know how long you have to live. I say forever. You deserve to.

We used to talk. Now it’s so hard to go to your house. You like five minutes away. I should be over there all of the time. I’m mad at myself that I don’t. It’s just one of those things. Its so hard to even talk to you. I just think back to the day I found out.

But I have to look at the bright side, as my mom says. I will visit you more. I make that promise to you now. I will be there, for whatever you need.

My uncle, my friend. I love you.

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