My Uncle Died the Day He Was Released From Jail. I’m Still Trying to Understand Why.
It took me four months to open the email my mom sent me with my uncle Bryan’s medical history. By the time I read through the 132 pages, divided into three carefully scanned PDF files, he had been dead almost half a year. I wondered why it had taken me so long. There were the usual excuses — I was busy, working, things came up. I had avoided it because I knew it would be hard, emotional. The bigger truth is I wanted Bryan’s story to be straightforward, and I was worried that what I would find in his medical records would not be.