My uncle greg, i used to hate. He would steal money from my grandpa, barrow money for gas and put most of it into beer and cigarettes. He also stole my grandpa's debet card and messed up my grandpa's bank account. Then he went to jail for driving 98 MPH, drinking and driving, fleeing and eluting and having a concealed weapon on him while he was on parol. He was taken to a jail in the next town over. I would drive my grandpa over to see him, but i never went in. When i uncle called, i wouldn't talk to him. I really hated him. Then i was moved much farther away and with gas prices being what they are, we don't go, he just calls every friday. For the first time a bout 2 years, i talked to him, and i almost broke down cying. I missed him more than i thougt. I didn't want to hate him, but he did stupid things. When i talked to him, i acutally smiled. I couldn't believe, it i still love my Uncle Greg. He won't be home for another year, but i con't wait to see him.
 lost in hopes · Fri Jul 18, 2008 @ 08:00pm · 1 Comments |
