I'm listening to Seigfried by Frank Ocean, and this song deeply resonates with me for a multitude of reasons. 
I had this one writing sample in my Notes app, written a couple of years ago, when Unc was on his deathbed. 

When I was younger, and we moved to New York, he'd have me sit upstairs for hours watching soccer matches. 

I'd like to say he enjoyed my company, but I couldn't say the same. I didn't like the bonding; I wasn't into sports.

Despite not saying goodbye and paying my respects, I stayed outside like a coward, and he called me his friend.

As I spend today alone, I can't help but feel guilt and shame over some of my past actions. Happy Thanksgiving