Vaya con dios, mi tio.

Shit, this absolutely sucks. My Uncle Robert committed suicide. He was found hanging in his apartment's garage. Not kidding. This guy had some problems; drugs, possibly alcohol, and most likely an undiagnosed mental illness. Now he can finally rest in the peace that he so badly needed. Now my family tree has shrunk immensely. I am under more pressure to have kids to keep my families up and running. I am the third youngest male on my father's side and the youngest on my mother's side. Looks like I've got to start looking for a mate soon. Also my Aunt Terry is going down the same path and I am justifiably concerned about my family's fate. I wonder everyday if my family will survive and lift the burden of continuing the blood line. My maternal uncle is dead of hepatitis. This shit has to stop, or I will suffer the same fate as my dead relatives. What scares me more, is my sister and mother are on the identical path. When will the deaths stop?! When?