On April 10, 2008 I received two phone calls early in the morning at work. When my boyfriend called asking if my dad had gotten a hold of me I knew that my uncle had died. My dad phoned a few minutes later. My unlcle had been fighting sarcoma (soft tissue cancer) and at this point we knew our time with him was limited. I had been able to see my uncle the week before and appreciated the chance to share the following poem I had written for him:
So, now a year later, I remember the times with him and I want to honour him in aiming to be the type of person he was. He was a kind and gentle soul who had a way of making you feel special regardless of what else was going on. He also had a great sense of humour and was always smiling. Here's to you, Ralph.
May you live forever in the hearts
of those whose lives you touched.
I love you.
So, now a year later, I remember the times with him and I want to honour him in aiming to be the type of person he was. He was a kind and gentle soul who had a way of making you feel special regardless of what else was going on. He also had a great sense of humour and was always smiling.
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That's a lovely tribute. I'm sorry for your loss, Erin.
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