look.... you were the one who took care of me. my dad wasnt around, he lived in the ghetto for awhile. but to see you in pain, brings me down, if I could see you God help me now. yea your my uncle I can understand. but I really wanna see you and hold your hand. it hurts so bad, seeing you in pain, you peed the bed after your stroke and cried, but you know what? I would've cleaned it up and beat anyone elses ass otherwise. you had a stroke, and your not the same:( it hurts seeing you this way. I'm 15 I can't afford shit, but if I could come over there I would care for you in a split. I would make you soup! and just sit and talk to you. I would clean everything you would need, just to make sure you feel comfortable as you are. but where I am now, it's hard not to cry while writing this.... I'm sorry I can't see you... you have no idea do you?