my uncle is dead. he's been dead for a week. his dog hasn't eaten in a week. my grandpa and my dad went to pose an intervention after months of ignored phone calls and drive by check ups. my dad who is not related to my uncle. my dad said he knew death was on the other side of the door when he walked up to his house. my dad opened the door to see my uncle dead in his chair surrounded by bottles and cans and shit. my moms in austin texas. her little brother is dead and my dad doesn't want to tell her till she gets home. my dad told us all in the kitchen. chris and deedee were there too. i just stared at the hole in the plastic of the dog food and thought of nothing while everyone cried. until i remembered my mother. then i cried.