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Death truely changes everything. Ive been thinking of of my lifes deaths and how they have effected everything.
My uncle was the first. He was an ex biker gang member and he was truely the embodimemt of that. Long white beard, tattoos everywhere, skilled tattoo artist, lived ins florida and had a crazy wife with long brown hair. But he was also the embodiment of a great father, providing for his family, a great wife, house, two great kids and a dog. When he died of cancer, it changed everything. My aunt was truely saddened, my cousins hit hard from losing thier father at such an early time in thier life, and the summers visiting them would never be the same. Nothing felt the same. Food didnt taste the same, fun didnt feel the same, and the beach never looked so washed out.
The trips down got fewer and far between, until they stopped all together. Contact has all but stopped. But although the trips and contact stopped...
The weight of losing someone so close never gets any less heavy.
My uncle was the first. He was an ex biker gang member and he was truely the embodimemt of that. Long white beard, tattoos everywhere, skilled tattoo artist, lived ins florida and had a crazy wife with long brown hair. But he was also the embodiment of a great father, providing for his family, a great wife, house, two great kids and a dog. When he died of cancer, it changed everything. My aunt was truely saddened, my cousins hit hard from losing thier father at such an early time in thier life, and the summers visiting them would never be the same. Nothing felt the same. Food didnt taste the same, fun didnt feel the same, and the beach never looked so washed out.
The trips down got fewer and far between, until they stopped all together. Contact has all but stopped. But although the trips and contact stopped...
The weight of losing someone so close never gets any less heavy.