its tasteless just to upload a photo without any context, so maybe these stories will suffice.
the year is 1960. my great grandfather forest is a young man who is going about his day unaware of the misfortune that is soon to surround his family. his two bothers are driving in the their car to a destination i cannot say, but they would never be to arrive. the eldest one who is twentyone is driving, his younger seventeen year old brother in the passenger seat. a car collision ensues, the one in the passenger’s seat is killed instantly. the elder brother dies a short time later from injuries, living long enough to hear about his brother’s death and converse with his family before he passes away.
someone within my family tree, of whom i don’t remember how i’m related to him. he had received the diagnoses of alzhemier’s just months ago. the horrible brain degenerating disease runs in his family and wreaks havoc every generation. his wife is fed up with his behavior and understandingly does not want to take responsibility of his pathetic helplessness. she proceeds to drive him to a mental institution and drops him off in front of the building. after she leaves he takes out his gun which he had brought with him, and shoots himself in the temple.
my great great great grandfather was a downtrodden alcoholic. he died in a backstreet alley in his own vomit. it’s worth noting he was half cherokee.