I didn’t know him very well; in fact until last year, we’d never spoken unless it was for me to call him ‘Uncle’ and him to acknowledge with a nod.
My father’s youngest brother, he was the spitting image of their father. He worked hard, he loved his family and his family sure damn well loved him.
Goodbye my uncle. Goodbye.
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