Dear Uncle Tim: An Open Letter To A Dying Man
October 17, 2010 in death, Life
I found out the other day that my uncle Tim (not his real name) is dying of cancer. Tim lives out in a very remote area of Colorado, because that is far away from Vermont, I have not gotten to see Tim nearly as much as I wish I could. Tim the one extended relative that I have always felt very close to. He’s suffered from mental health issues for much of his adult life, which is why I think I have identified with him more than any of my other uncles and aunts.
I have finally come out of a deep, dark, nasty smelling pile of depression. Each time I go through one of these spells, which can last from a couple of days to a couple of months, I generally get the same questions while I am in the depression. The questions I am asked are annoying to say the least, and for anyone who has experienced depression of any kind, (situational or clinical–I suffer from the latter, and sometimes the former) I am sure that you can relate to how much it sucks to have to answer these questions over and over again.
