Well, my uncle is gone, he has passed on. Just two days ago.. I had just arrived from school and walked in my house. I looked around and didnt see anyone, but my uncle, who was laid across the sofa in the living room having some kind of spasim attack or something. Think it was just another one of his normal "cramps" i walked to my room and dropped my backpack. Then i started hearing things break, so i immediantly went back into the living room. He was still thrashing around. I looked and saw he had broke a lamp near him, and was getting worried so i asked if there was anything i could do. He just kept screaming "Im Dead!" "Im Gone!" So i asked again. "9...1..1, call 9..1..1" So i ran into the dining room and got the phone. The lady on the line was trying to keep me calm, because at that point i was real upset, and crying.. She asked if i knew was a siezure was, and i said yes, but that it didnt seem like one, it seemed more advanced. She then got me on a cordless phone so i could monitor him. She asked me to see if i could get him to tell me whats wrong, he said 'Overdose" also, while i was on the phone, he had managed to knock over the sofa he was on, and put a large hole through the living room window. I started to hear the police and such, and ran outside to meet them, getting off the phone with the nice lady. After showing them the way in they had to restrain him by tieing him up, since he couldnt stop thrashing. My aunt met me at the house and asked what was going on, then the police started asking her about what medicine he took, and what drugs he might have taken. Next my big brother and granny, the other people i lvie with arrived at home from going out to eat. They were shocked, and worried, not knowing what was going on. They were asking me what had happened and i told them, granny was asked not to go inside, because mainly she is my uncles son. I stayed outside awhile talking with everyone, while they started putting yellow tape around our home, and blocking the street. After they took my uncle to the hospital we got word from my aunt who was following him to the hospital that he died befor they got him there.. After we did our sobing and such, detctives arived and started questioning us. Mostly just me, they kept for questioning about 30 mins, because i was the lead suspect//witness. Turns out he shot himself with a consentrated amount of Kocain... With Love, Charles A. Morgan