My family is bad. My father threatened to starve my dogs all day today because one of them pooped on the floor and we don’t know who. My family also beats my dogs, sometimes with their hands, mostly with a slipper. So also, my great uncle just died recently, right? Mommy mother and grandmother (his older sister) were planning to travel to Maine (where he lived and where he died) without any of us. But they cancelled it because they’re having a service here in New York. I miss my great uncle because I’ve only ever seen him completely bedridden (he struggled with dementia) but my mother told me stories about how cool he used to be. He would take my older brother AJ fishing, and he would search in the ground for cool items like pipes and such. My mom was his favorite niece. I did draw him once while I was in Maine (my great grandparents live there) and they put it in a frame and put it with their family photos on the wall.