I live with a chronic disease. I’ve had it since I was 9. My uncle passed away from it when I was 7 or so. I remember him, he was the coolest uncle. I was having a tough time one day when I was 14 or 15. So much so that I was ready to not keep going. I knew how I was going to do it and that it was going to happen that night. I cried myself to sleep that night. At like 3am, I woke up and sat up in bed. My uncle was sitting at my desk across the room, chair pulled out and everything. We had a casual conversation about life and why it was worth living.