I get sad when I think about how my uncle will never meet my
boyfriend. He'll never get to tell me "Good job, beans he's a
keeper" and he wont get to give me those tips on marriage he
promised he'd give me when it was time. He can't say he's proud
of me when he knows I need to hear it. I hate that I'll never get
to see my uncle ever again. RIP big guy.
