Every family has a “crazy uncle.”
Mine was Uncle Freddy.
He wasn’t just quirky. He was certifiable and had been institutionalized a few times.
He was a Vietnam vet carrying invisible wounds. PTSD marked his life, but it never removed his humor. He was unpredictable in a way that made you lean in. You never knew what he would say next but you knew it was g…
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