Dream...

If there is one thing i hate talking about with my friends, its my uncle.

The past two days he has come into conversation and for different reasons.

Yesterday my friends dog died after she had known him her entire life. She had to hold him in her arms as he died...She cried a lot that day. And crying is contageous so you know what happened next...

Today i was talking to Anna about my art project. Which i decided to paint or draw something to do with AIDs and incorporate my uncle into it in some way. So then she asked me how he died...it was hard but for once i didnt cry...

Honestly I just want to write an entire blog dedicated to him...

I need to let all of my feelings out.

Its been almost 5 years since I let all of my feelings out about the night he died.

Remember how i wish every day was a dream?

And nightmares never existed?

I wish December 3rd 2005 was a dream...