Died on my birthday, and I found out on June 6th, 2024, at 2:57 am from my upset brother. Life couldn't get any worse, especially after my grandma's uncomfortable passing from lung cancer in 2015, still lingering with me. Since then, I've been dismantling myself for nine years, struggling alone due to other people's mistakes. Rest up, Nana. You'd be ashamed of the "family." I'm past the point of caring, more focused on growing. I'll do right for you, Nana, Grandma, and Grandpa. Always. I'd like to thank you, Nana, for the life you passed on to me and my brother. I'll cherish every moment. My only wish is to embrace more than a memory.
James David Arthur Belt
06/06/2024
