7:1
Hmm... well I haven't wrote in awhile, not that anyone really cares but, I just found out on Day Seven of being sick that it is also Day One without Uncle Jim. That's right, without. He died in his sleep last night. He was a good man. His heart was gold, though a lot of people was scared of him. Granted I was for a long time then I started taking his dance class and I really saw him for him. He would never hurt anyone and all he does is speak the truth. I think that in his blunt way, that is what made him truly special. And every word that would come outta his mouth, you would hafta cherish because he always spoke how he feels about anyone or anything. I think one of the memories of him I will always remember would be back when we (me and my cousins) was always wrestling and causing lotsa commotion after dinner and every Monday my uncle Jim would separate us. Though it never did any good. Strange, he was the one that actually encouraged me to dance a few years ago because when he would... nah... if anyone really wants to know, then ask me.
Rest In Peace Uncle Jim
Rest In Peace Uncle Jim