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Ever since my uncle died.
I've been thinking about death alot.
Mann, this isn't cool. Like once I stop thinking about it, I'll come back home, and walk pass his room and start thinking about it.
Like I really, really miss my uncle. And That's the worst part. It's hard to adapt to this new life without him here everyday.
I wished we could just rewind it all back, and you didn't get sick that night. Get rushed out to the V.A hospital.
Mann. Every night I try to keep from crying. I was so mean to him. We argued all the time. But it was because we were so much alike.
I was his favorite niece I know for a fact. He used to always call me his "Road Dog." and I miss that.
When I was small. He'll take me everywhere with him.
To his girlfriend's house, she'll give me toys.
He'll walk me to school.
Take me to Kitts.
He even taught me how to ride a bike when I was only two.
He was more like more like my dad.
And I miss him, My uncle "Poppa."
And it's so hard to say goodbye,,
But I'm not saying goodbye because I know he's still with me in my memories...