GOD DAMN IT.
You think of ones that have left this plain to move on to another, either close of far away, they are no longer here. No longer here to visit, to talk to, or hold in our arms. You may think of them and say I miss them, I get deep in thought about them, how they had the furniture arranged in their home. How they had their hair combed, how they looked at you when they said they love you, how they looked when they said goodbye. The goodbyes were always the hardest, said as if it WAS the last goodbye. And then it was, because a heart attack left them speechless for the remainder of their days in a Hospital bed. Holding your hand as your warmth left you was the hardest thing me being 10 years old ever to do to this day. Nothing can remove that feeling of losing my truest of best friends and uncles in my life. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. that was the day I stopped believing, and now I think of you more because of how too similar we are, they way I act is the same seen in my mothers eyes the same way you did, the fact that I am still single like you was waiting on one woman the same way I am. Your life of brutal honesty, self pride, loyalty, and family honor, are the ways that I wish more people in this plain got a chance to see. I know that where ever you are, you are living your new life the same, and I hope that you never change.
Uncle Jimmy I truly do miss you.










