I'm sorry for being needy when the world is literally on fucking fire.
My favourite uncle is dying. He's only 18 years older than me and he's meant to live forever. He's literally been the one who I know will have my back and literally fight my corner of needed. I'm trying not to cry until my son goes to sleep. I'm absolutely cut up. I know this is a small problem in the world the way it is but I'm alone as my husband is in work and it's too late to call any friends.