I can’t look at pictures of myself from childhood anymore, because every single person I grew up with – my parents, my sister, my aunts and uncles, etc… they are all dead. I’m only in my 30s, and I’ve had to say goodbye to them all. For the last two, I even had to plan the funerals because there was no one left who could do it. We have a family plot, and I’m the only one on this Earth left to take care of it.

I’m kind of mad at them all for leaving me here like this.