July 27 (Trigger Warning: Suicide, Drugs, Etc)
Today would be my Uncle Tony's birthday if he didn't die when I was 11, 25 years ago. My mom is convinced he committed suicide but the rest of my family rejects that idea. No matter how much I can't stand her, I tend to lean toward believing my mom. Whether that is from years of her talking to me about it, or my own view point, I am not sure. My relationship with my uncle was very scarce. I have maybe two real memories of him. One Christmas he gave me a giant St Bernard stuffed animal. The other memory is sitting on the floor at my great grandmother's home watching The Simpsons while he studied while drinking 2 liter sodas like he had Indiana Snap and could only binge on them if he had cash... Okay, now I'm actually projecting. Anyway, I know he was around more but not much. From what I've gathered from stories, my uncle was the first born of four. My grandparents split up when he was a teenager and he started getting into trou...