I just found out that my uncle passed away on Monday, and it hit me really hard. Even though he lived on the other side of the country in North Carolina, he was my favorite.
He was so happy all the time; so carefree with his big belly and bald head; his deep Southern accent and feen for Ritz crackers.
I'm happy that he is pain free now. He had been in and out of the hospital for the past few years, and was finally hospitalized for good.
I will always love him dearly.
He would want me to stop crying, and to be happy that his big butt wouldnt be there to eat all of the apple turnovers, but how do I cope?
He was so happy all the time; so carefree with his big belly and bald head; his deep Southern accent and feen for Ritz crackers.
I'm happy that he is pain free now. He had been in and out of the hospital for the past few years, and was finally hospitalized for good.
I will always love him dearly.
He would want me to stop crying, and to be happy that his big butt wouldnt be there to eat all of the apple turnovers, but how do I cope?