At 12 today my dads Uncle Freddy died from cancer.

He's sad.

I knew him and I've talked to him but I barely feel sad.

It seems inhuman to me to not feel anything about the death of a family member.

A member that watched me grow at every Christmas or Thanksgiving.

Now my family is sad.

I'm just sad about my dads state.

He told me, hugged me, and moved on.

He's breaking but won't show it.

Now I'm crying, for him.

I feel like I'm doing nothing.

It took him two hours to process it before telling me.

It's time to do something special with him.

It's time to help him.