So it's finally sunk in, my uncles going on tour. The who, what, where, and when aren't important to you. I've known since for a while, but I just had a 'it's really going to happen' moment. I'm not naive or anything, I know that he might not come back home from there, but I have this scenario running in my head of him dying. It happens a lot, most of the time it actually takes place in the past. Is that weird? It's more of a what if he had died on that day kind of thing. I don't know anymore, I'm going numb about everything, and I can't seem to get out of this dark hole I'm falling in. I need to get out, I just don't know how. I don't need your pity either.