It's only been two days, and I can't even figure out how to say what i'm feeling. There's way to much to it. I always knew it would happen. It always happens. It's nature, but you were supposed to have at least 30 more years.
You were so much more then just my uncle. You were a father to me, and i'll always love you. We always joked about how cynical and skeptical you were, and deep down we loved that about you. It's what made you you. And I'm turning into you. I have your face, and your eyes. I just hope now you can finally enjoy yourself. You carried to much weight on your shoulders, never having a father. After my dad left you stepped in, you, Uncle Tom and Lee. I love all of you. And I wish we had spent more time in the later years, but i can't change that. I won't make that mistake again.
I'm not even sure how to word this. That's just the surface, but there is so much more. I just can't believe what happened, and it makes me wonder what's going to happen next. It's been so long since i've had to go to a funeral, but never one that has impacted me this deeply. It just makes me think I need to do something now, you never know. It sounds cliche, but it's about the truest statement anyone can say, 'you never know'
Anyway. I love you. I really do, I can't even express that enough. I'm going to miss you so fucking much. Thank you.
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