My Uncle Killed Himself Essay -- Death, Suicide

As I grumbled and griped about having an honors band rehersal only hours ahead the concert - as i complained about the growing callus on my thumb, about the gay kid with the neckstrap who was first chair clarinet, as i lamented the fact I could NEVER play this music, that i wouldnt get any better in that small practice, so WHY bother- my uncle killed himself. in the basement of his very own house at that, with a gun. his two unretentive girls and pregnant wife left him, and he took his own life. at the memorial, our subgenus Pastor spoke of God, of how even Jesus wept at a friends death (excuse my ignorance, i know not much of religion.). he said that he knew we were angry, that he knew we would harbor hate and such for a long time, that we would always beat to understand what happened. i was fine until that point. because i had never really theory about it. I hadnt grieved, I hadnt cried, I wasnt even able to follow a friend to cry to. its our new dark family secr et. A promising, handsome, captivate young man, with two beautiful daughters, a third on the wa...