My uncle is a hero to me. He died on June 18, 2008, after having his second heart attack. He was so free-spirited and loving. My whole family took it like getting punched in the gut. You can't think, breathe, or figure out what to do next. You can only cry. Cry for hours, days, months, and now, literally years. He would do anything for you, and even though he was a biker, he was the most warm-hearted person. My family and I all miss him, but we've now figures out that he's probably having more fum in heaven anyway.
RIP-DOC
RIP-DOC




Join the Discussion
This article has 1 comment. Post your own!