Evelyn.

We neglected her. Because she didn't have children to take care of her, her nieces and nephews felt obligated. She's always been old, since I've know her. She knew death was approaching it. And she wanted it. She wanted it so bad because we couldn't make her feel loved enough. She always thought she was the ugly one. She always thought she was a burden. And now, she's laying on her fucking death bed and all you guys can talk about is how this is such a bad time for it to happen because you're busy. Are you fucking kidding me? You're too busy for Evelyn? The sweetest, saddest girl on the planet? She told my mom she just wanted to die a couple of years ago. And my mom told her to pray. She told her to pray to God about whether or not He wanted her to go or not. And you know what? He didn't answer her. And you know what fucking sucks? When people tell you to pray to God and he doesn't give you a reply. Because that makes you feel pretty damn lonely. Not even God wanted to talk to you. You felt like family didn't love you, you felt like the ugly one, and you felt like the burden. And all you had was God. And you couldn't see him. You couldn't hear him. He wasn't there. What the fuck. Evelyn, I care about you. I think you're beautiful. At this point, dying might be best for you. I know you've never liked being in assisted living places. I want you to go and not feel the pain anymore. Just, please. Do it peacefully. You're gonna leave me in a couple days. Maybe a couple hours. I don't know. But I want you to know that even if you think nobody cared about you, I love you. I always have and I always will. Everything's going to be okay. 

Everything.