so, my uncle died. in march. and ever since then I've learned a lot about life... it's made me appreciate all that I have that much more. He fought to live, during his last days, if he could breath on his own it was an accomplishment. for 5 years, for the 2nd time, he battled cancer. FOR 5 YEARS HE FOUGHT TO LIVE. could you imagine that? suffering everyday, knowing you wouldn't live to the end of a full lifetime? torture. on top of daily pain. And what crawls under my skin, is that there are people today who are totally healthy, with a home and food whenever they want, that kill themselves. that PURSUE DEATH. it makes me so sick! do they real