I lost someone who was very dear to me OVER SOME BULLSHIT. He was also a major role and stature in my family. We had our own special bond and relationship that I will always appreciate.
I’m usually not that public with my personal life, I didn’t post this info on FB or Twitter, but I felt like I owed an explanation to my dedicated readers on why I am not updating content.
I hate it when the good dies young. Please pray for me and my family. Pray for my grandmother who lost two children and my aunt who said goodbye to the love of her life after a 24-year marriage. His son who lost his father at 23 — 3 years older than I was when I lost my mother. And, his daughter, who has to tell her own child why her ‘poppa’ is not coming home. Cook outs, barbecues and family gatherings will not be the same.
Uncle Tony, I love you. Please say hi to my mommy for me. I loved my uncle Tony and always will. He was the man that I knew loved me 100% and I NEVER had to question that…never.
This is the poem that I had scribed on my mom’s tombstone and I wanted to expressed my own sentiments with my uncle.
If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane. I would walk right up to Heaven and bring you back again.
No farewell words were spoken, No time to say “Goodbye”. You were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why.
My heart still aches with sadness, and secret tears still flow. What it meant to love you – No one can ever know.