HEIRESS
07-25-2007, 07:26 AM
my uncle died
he had been a "drifter" sort for the past 14ish years
he lived in a shanty in a field next to the industrial park where he had a job
he was addicted to crack cocaine among other things
he suffered from a heart attack and then someone robbed him of all his belongings and then phoned the police
it took the RCMP a week to contact us because he didnt have any identification on him
my mom actually tried calling my uncle at the last "number" he had given us only 3 days prior and left him a message, and he was already dead but we didnt know
they newspaper where he lived wrote a story about "the homeless man with noone who cares for him"
someone he worked with saved it and gave it to my mom and dad
my mom phoned the editor of the paper yesterday and gave them a talking to and asked him if he has every had a family member with addiction and if he even has any clue about what that involves and how difficult it is. the editor was just all "its just a story!"
my uncle left a wife and child in australia around 1993
at that time he came to live with our family here in canada, but this only lasted for about 6 months because he started coming home drunk and high all the time and bringing his even drunker sleezy pub friends over to our house too.
it still breaks my mom's heart thinking that she had to ask him to leave, but she had two kids in elementary school at the time.
we are saving my uncle's ashes, and he had a last paycheque coming to him which we are going to save and use to buy a plane ticket for his son to visit canada so his ashes can be scattered in his home province of alberta.
my dad is all torn up, hating himself that he didnt try to do more, but he didnt 100x more than any of our other family memebers combined.
this week fucking sucks
he had been a "drifter" sort for the past 14ish years
he lived in a shanty in a field next to the industrial park where he had a job
he was addicted to crack cocaine among other things
he suffered from a heart attack and then someone robbed him of all his belongings and then phoned the police
it took the RCMP a week to contact us because he didnt have any identification on him
my mom actually tried calling my uncle at the last "number" he had given us only 3 days prior and left him a message, and he was already dead but we didnt know
they newspaper where he lived wrote a story about "the homeless man with noone who cares for him"
someone he worked with saved it and gave it to my mom and dad
my mom phoned the editor of the paper yesterday and gave them a talking to and asked him if he has every had a family member with addiction and if he even has any clue about what that involves and how difficult it is. the editor was just all "its just a story!"
my uncle left a wife and child in australia around 1993
at that time he came to live with our family here in canada, but this only lasted for about 6 months because he started coming home drunk and high all the time and bringing his even drunker sleezy pub friends over to our house too.
it still breaks my mom's heart thinking that she had to ask him to leave, but she had two kids in elementary school at the time.
we are saving my uncle's ashes, and he had a last paycheque coming to him which we are going to save and use to buy a plane ticket for his son to visit canada so his ashes can be scattered in his home province of alberta.
my dad is all torn up, hating himself that he didnt try to do more, but he didnt 100x more than any of our other family memebers combined.
this week fucking sucks