My Uncle Denny is going to die.

He has no one. The cancer has eaten him alive. His replaced Kidney has failed.

After everything he's been through... they have him on TYLENOL to kill the pain.. not morphine...

TYLENOL.

My mother is crying her eyes out. There is nothing left to do. No one takes care of him, even in the hospital he fell and no one knows how.

He looks yellow. I wanted to go see him last week but my mom wasn't for it because he looks so bad.

Everyone steals from him. He gets no respect. He was such a funny man. So alive.

My Uncle Denny could use the word "son of a bitch" in any sentence.

Now all he keeps saying is... "I just want to go home."

I am going to cry. Nothing good ever happens to me.