By: Meghan Young
My Uncle Bill was a drunk. He drank out of a bottle like there was no tomorrow. I loved him so much though. He was so nice, so funny (even though the jokes where horrible.)
and he was always giving things to the poor. It was all caused by his wife. His wife decided one day that she would leave him for another man, and she would take his only child.
Of course my Uncle had a custody war. But his lawyer wasn't good enough. He was in so much pain, that he went straight to the bottle. Before long, he was living with his sister, my Nana.
I lived right down the road from them. Every morning I would wake up early and walk to there house. If I got there in time he would take me to star bucks. (Which was every day.)
Every day we would laugh, and talk. Until I decided to do more. I joined clubs, and sports. My uncle was always driving me. Finally he got better and bought his own apartment.
The day he moved out I was scared. I told him not to drink, not to move. He told me that one day he would come back for me and we would go on vacation.
I watched him drive away hoping he would live up to that promise. But the next day I came home from school, and my mom told me bad news. She told me that he had died.
He had died with a bottle in his hand, and a remote. He had died of alcohol poisoning. That's why you should never drink. Because one day you might not get to wake up after drinking.