The Death of Uncle Willy
March 2000. Mom told me to come into her bedroom. I walked in there with no idea what she was going to talk to me about. "Uncle Willy's dead," she said, her voice choking up. "Oh, okay," I said. I wasn't upset. The guy had drank and smoked so much for years. It was amazing he had made it to 65. I... Sign in to see full entry.