You know, a well-written narrative should start by introducing the main subject and setting the readers' expectations for what they're about to read. Unfortunately for you, this isn't well-written. Or more accurately, I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this.
This is a stream of consciousness. This is a collection of stories. This is a look at the human experience. All the little moments and stories that fill up a day and add up to make a life. This is an exploration of grief and the end of life. An extremely personal study of its short-term sting and its long-term impacts, from a typically impersonal individual. An inside look at someone a lot of people may know, but very very few people actually get opportunities to understand. A sneak peak behind all the memes, cheesy jokes, and deflections, and into the head under the baseball cap (or beanie if it's cold).
Unfortunately, I don't have any "eureka" moments to share, or life hack applications to make your life significantly more joyful when you're down. I'm not that insightful. But if you're here for the ride, then welcome. I hope that these stories help you know that you're not alone in whatever misery you experience.