When I was 8 my uncle was diagnosed with a terminal brain tremor, 6 months later he passed away. Now anytime I have a headache I think of him and prepare for the end. I look like him, he had glasses and I do to, he joined the national guard and I wanted to as well, he was argumentative and so am I, I Just see so much if who he was in me and I can't help but worry that I'll one day die like he did too. I didn't know my uncle till the end, but during those few days we grew close together, he truly was a good man... I wish my mind focused on his life on his live on his humor rather then his death.