I have been notified that my great uncle was murdered in the park he was camping in. I never actually knew him but it still hurts. He had depression and was mentally challenged. He stayed in a shelter but left because they treated him poorly. I wished I knew him better but I never got the chance to call to say 'hi'. I couldn't go see them because they live in Alaska. Rest in peace uncle Kevin.

And if you were wondering why I put this here, wattpad is the only place where I can express my feelings at the moment.