mourning
uugh i hate this day every year. this is the day my uncle died 5 yrs ago. i miss him like crazy and as stupid as it seems i still cry. my uncles bfore him died the year before that ten months before him but i wasnt as close to him as my uncle carlos. my uncle pat was real close to me i spoke to him on his last day (little did i know that) but my uncle carlos lived with me for almost a year and i also spoke to him on his last day (coincedence? i think not) me and him have always been close because i looked like him and my mother.(they called each other twins)we liked the same stuff and both loved butter pecan ice cream. but ever since he died 5yrs ago i still havent touched not a drop of butter pecan ice cream. i feel that it brings back to many memories. my uncle is a good man and left behind three kids 2 daughters and 1 son. he always made sure i acomplished my goals in order to get where i got to go in life. im proud to say that he wanted me to go to college and fet into a good 1. im proud because although im a sophmore in high school i got admission letters to 19 different colleges! i hope to hear when i die that he looked down on me each day and said " thats my niece" with a smile on his face and pride in his heart.