Alright, I may be over exaggerating. My uncle is nice, I called him, and all went well. He told me he'd get in touch with Franky and let me know.
One thing I forgot, though, is that my mother asked another friend of his, Ron, to ask him if he'd talk to me - he refused.
Assuming Ron didn't lie, maybe Francois still doesn't want to talk to me. Am I gonna have to go all the way to his daughter's house, where he lives, to catch him? I have to talk to him. It's been too long, there are thigns I must say, things he must know; he was like my second grandfather.
Why wouldn't he talk to me? What.. all of my life teachers are leaving me behind, now? Am I no longer worth anyone's time? I've gotten wiser, since the last time we spoke, obviously - godamnit, he has to talk to me. And if he still refuses, I'll call his daughter, and tell her to force him to get on the phone.
I don't know what I could say to him, though. Many, many things need to be said, but right now, no words are in my mind. I know that once he's in front of me (or on the phone) it'd be much easier.

Are you all leaving me because you're afraid of telling me a truth I might not want to hear? Well, don't be. I'd rather learn something unpleasant than being left behind. That's even more unpleasant. And is the cause of my ascending insanity since the past few weeks.
So forgive my strange entries lately but if nothing changes, if I don't get news soon (and not just Francois) I'll jump off a bloody window. I've had enough of this little game.