I wish I knew what to say. I wish I could do more than hug you and cry with you. I was never really that close to my uncle, but he was my uncle. He was my family. He was my mom’s brother. I loved him. He was the only sibling she had left … the only one. And now he’s gone, and she’s a complete mess. I hate seeing my mom like this. She’s the strongest woman I know, and now I have to be that for her. She keeps telling me she’s sorry for being a burden, sorry for being weak, etc. It makes me feel awful that she thinks that. I’d do anything for my mom. Anything. I just wish I knew what to say. I never know what to say. I can’t even speak.

And … I wish I could help you. I wish I could tell you something to ease your mind, to cool you down, but I just went through it, and nothing helps. But mine … mine was just a scare. One of the scariest moments of my life, but still just a scare. This is reality for you. And I feel helpless, shitty, terrible. That I can’t say anything right, and what I really want to say, I can’t, because you won’t agree with any of it. I’m not even sure if I agree with any of it. And then this had to happen all at the same time so I can’t even say anything and you can’t say anything and …

Everything is just seriously so fucked up right now and I feel completely … helpless.