Two years ago, yesterday, my Uncle Kurt commited suicide. He was stressed out because of his ex-wife, financial debt, and many other things. He never talked about it, he kept it all inside. After he died, my whole family felt terrible. They never knew what he was planning, we all thought he was fine. I was depressed, but I learned to deal with it.

Now, just a few days ago, my Uncle Tune (That's his nickname), had a stroke. It was minor, but his face became disfigured. I talked with him for a while, and he told me he was thinking about suicide. But just today he got news that he has a 90% chance of recovering from it, so I'm relieved about that. But I still think about what could have happened.

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