As I grumbled and griped about having an honors band rehersal only hours before the concert - as i complained about the growing callus on my thumb, about the gay kid with the neckstrap who was first chair clarinet, as i lamented the fact I could NEVER play this music, that i wouldn't get any better in that small practice, so WHY bother-
my uncle killed himself.
in the basement of his very own house at that, with a gun. his two little girls and pregnant wife left him, and he took his own life.
at the memorial, our pastor spoke of God, of how even "Jesus wept" at a friend's death (excuse my ignorance, i know not much of religion.). he said that he knew we were angry, that he knew we would harbor hate and such for a
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and then I wonder:
Where WAS God? Where was He when my beloved uncle took those last few steps down the basement stairs to his doom? Where was He earlier when my Uncle first acquired the gun? He had it, he must have had an idea he would do this. Where WAS He when my uncle finally concluded that a life without him would be the best action?
Don't TELL me God was doing what was best, what was right.
Forget that.
I want my uncle back. He was like another father to me, like a blood relative, and not just one by marriage. I felt comfortable around him. He was always there for me to talk about school, about friends, about good music, good food, and about football.
I want my uncle back so he can take care of his beautiful little girls. They're the sweetest, most adorable kids ever, ages 5 and 2. What will they think when they find out later in life that their daddy didn't just die, that he didn't want to live any more? What will it be like for the third child to never know his or her father, for all three of them to grow up really without their birth father? It's going to be hell.
I want my uncle back so his wife won't go through the torture of knowing that in their very own basement, her husband killed himself. I want her to live with out the pain of knowing that after she threw her husband out, he killed himself. I don't want her to go through this. I don't want my mom to go through this.
I want my uncle back so my
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