A letter from May 14th, 2022

Dear FutureMe, So... I found out these days that my uncle is dying. Apparently he has been for a long time, but me and my parents didn't really know. He was diagnosed with cancer two years ago, which we knew but what we didn't know is that it was terminal and that the surgery he went through was not to cure the cancer but to give him a little bit more time. My dad is going to see him pretty much right now and mother asked if i wanted to go too since both her and my grandmother and other relatives had already gone. I refused. I don't want to. I hope I won't regret this, but we went over to their house a couple of weeks ago for Easter, before his organs had begun failing completely. I want to remember him as I saw him that day. Smiling and laughing with our family. That is the last moment that I want to have had with him. I don't want to see him on his ***** bed. I just hope I'm making the right choice. God... I'm crying so bad I can barely type. I went through all of the photos that I have since I was little and the only photos of him that I could find were from a random wedding with my father and a stranger who was smiling. They were pretty old. It's before he lost so much weight and when my aunt was still smiling happily. I remember when I was younger I used to sleep over at their apartment when my parents were away, since they lived pretty close by. I remember how my aunt would bring a specific set of sheets for me with flowers on them since they were my favorite sheets at their house. He also taught me how to play zumba and chicken invasion. Those might have been the first video games I ever played. You know his son and his family are also there. His niece is only 1 year old. I hate that she won't remember him the same way I don't remember my grandmother. I don't really know how to end this letter. I'll miss him. I wish I had spent more time with him. I know it's a cliche saying that, but right now I don't really care.