horrible tribute cause im so tired, for an amazing man
My great uncle Mo died this weekend. Everytime I saw him, he made me laugh, smile and feel loved. He still is, probably, my favorite relative of all time. He would offer me love advice at a very young age. I was like 12 when he was telling me how to get chicks to want me. He took me to baseball games in Portland, and him and his wife (who died several years ago, whom is also amazing) took me all over the Portland area. To me, Portland is Uncle Mo and Auntie Madeline. To me, they are The Dandy Warhols, and M & M's. I'm so happy to have known Uncle Mo, he touched me and helped me become who I am. He was a big guy with a big beard and always a smile, always a Brooklyn Dodgers hatand always a joke. He's one of those guys who is charming, witty, and everything you want.
I love him, and I miss him.
I love him, and I miss him.