Lifes not short. Its all the time we have.
Some of our time is even shorter then others.
Two years ago to April 29, God called up my Uncle at 4:00 am.
He was only thirty-seven & I still don't understand why.
The last thing we spoke about was drawing. & I don't think I've been able to sketch anything that good since, but I keep trying for him.
Thats all I can do. I can't stand to see my father cry...& tomrrow should be horriable with that. I miss him so much. & My aunt hasn't been the same either.
He lived life to the fullest.
Spending It between Motorcycles & Fun.
He lived twenty four seven. I think he didn't have a single regret.
His life. No regrets. He loved my Aunt & My Aunt still loves him.
Like some crazy Romeo & Juliet. It was beautiful really.
I don't get it a year ago I didn't cry so hard.
Does it take that long to set in?
Its Late...
To my Uncle...I love you/Miss you.
Gone but no forgotten.
Edwin "Uncle Eddie" Ramos.
May angels lead you in. <3
[xNever To Loudx] Community Member 
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