Subsequential Absence

This
moring... my Uncle died. His name is Michael, same of my name. He once
lived in Virgina for 13 years and then moved over to Jersey City, NJ in
1992. He had quite a legacy in that spectrum... lol. A year later his
decision was finalized and moved over to his family in Secaucus. I
did'nt have much back then... he lived in 2nd street so it was an easy
communte for me when I needed help. I did not have a father, nor ever
will. That's ok because I'm independant. He loved me, the family called
me the favorite : ). Years passed, people passed, times gloomed and
boomed and I'm still rollin! Although, I wish he was still here just to
talk to him once more. A character he was, and unfortunatily lucky..
that's a given. His life incompletion was troublesome, but his son held
in here and looked for the future. He's a great kid... Shane ... love
him to death. I know his future will go places, I see the knowledge in
him. I just wish my memories would be genuine -- although I'm thankful
for them. Towards the end though, Uncle Mike and I weren't so happy
with eachother. I was growning up and becoming a different person that
he didn't expect and that was a downfall. I also did not get to see him
two weeks before his death and I wanted to spend some more time with
him. But, whadda you going to do? Life sucks. It's just another trajity
that encouranger you so go father in life. And that's what I plan to do.

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