I learned tonight that a great uncle of mine committed suicide. To be honest, I didn't know him well. In fact, I can barely put a face to the name, and yet his death is so haunting. Mom said he was the 'fun' uncle. If he was going to a family gathering, you knew it was going to be a good time. She compared him to one of her brothers of who I, and most of my cousins, are fond.
It's all about the lives you touch, you know? What you leave behind. What you gain for the Kingdom. The grief will be there, certainly, but what was the message of your life?
When people thing of my Great Uncle Walt, they think of happiness and good times, of a good man with solid morals.
I still don't understand precisely what led to his suicide, though I know depression runs in the family line.
My mind is racing.
What am I even talking about?
Maybe I'll just... stop thinking.
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Dreams of Eternity
Random babbling and descriptions of my often vivid and bizzare dreams.
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