Over the weekend one of my uncle's passed away. We knew this news was coming one day soon yet you know as well as I do, one is never fully prepared for losing someone they love.
The only time I saw my uncle not wear his overall's was to a funeral. His dark wavy hair, his face reflected the years of hard work, each sandpaper that came across his hands had a story to tell. He was a serious man, something his grand stature would affirm whenever he walked in a room.
When we would visit him and my aunt, he was always in
The only time I saw my uncle not wear his overall's was to a funeral. His dark wavy hair, his face reflected the years of hard work, each sandpaper that came across his hands had a story to tell. He was a serious man, something his grand stature would affirm whenever he walked in a room.
When we would visit him and my aunt, he was always in