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One year ago today,
Seems so much longer in the hurts,
Yet, still as if yesterday,
I sat at your feet and spoke with you.
Sharing laughs at our expense.
I still hear you from time to time,
A memory speaking inside my head,
making me smile thinking of what you'd say.
In your passing I woke up,
I can loss the ones I love,
your bottle was your grim reeper,
but an explain to us grandchild,
to better our ways.
We've gone from tears to Prozac,
then back to tears.
You memory isn't a quick passing.
We'll forever hold you in our hearts.
My Uncle, Mathew Covarrubais died of alcohol induced illnesses. He
wasn't so lucky to die in a one night car crash, that's not the only
way to go. His death was slow, the course of nearly 6 months...That's
how long it took the toxins to enter his brain, swell his body and kill
my uncle. Maybe I was lucky to have that time, I walked with him,
massaged his feet and feed him, pushed him in his wheel chair, watched
movies with him, it gave me time to know my Uncle Matt more then when
he lived with me on and off over almost my entire life. But then again,
maybe it was an unlucky event, I realize how lucky I was to have a guy
like Uncle Matt in my life. His laughs and kind heart would brighten
anyones day.
So before you take your next drink, don't think you're immune from
death because you're young. My uncle was only 39 years old. It kills
with out age discrimintation. Become aware, and stop drinking.