• Earlier today, August 13, 2009. My closest uncle passed away. Merging onto an interstate, clipping another car and rolling to his demise. I find this rather peculiar, that when a man who has been so close to my heart for so long and is now gone, your memory is wiped clean of his exsistance. I find it strange that when i try to cope with reality, that i cannot accept what has happened, what will happen, and what is happening now. Pain is a cruel, dark, and cold feeling that makes your body shiver to the bone, and yet I still wonder, why. Why is it fate chose him instead of me or anyone else? I was on that interstate no less than 24 hours ago on my way home. Why is it when I feel sadness and sorrow for him, I can't shed a tear? Why is it god chose him today? Questions of Pain and Curiosity which are all ingredients in the recipe of Life


    Goodbye Uncle, ill miss you, but i know you'll be with me......somewhere