5. Getting Through It
My worst memory was when my uncle was withdrawing from his substance addiction. He was always the fun, loud, and crazy uncle. I was around 10 years old and my mom and I were coming home from somewhere, but when we pulled up, he was sitting outside and said he needed a place to stay. My mom had to work the next day so she said no, but I hung out with him for a while outside the house.
Then, the worst happened—I could tell he didn’t feel well because he was dry heaving. It was terrifying. I asked him if I should call for help and he said that he’d be okay. Unfortunately, he ended up passing from liver failure as a result of his refusal to receive medical help.