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Hello... today i'm, going to visit my uncle at my grampy's house, the whole family is having yet another get together because my uncle is... well, the hospital said the medication wasn't helping, so now he's just waiting. He's lost so much weight and his eyes are turning yellow, it's so sad to look at him, but we know he needs us to be there with him until "his time comes" as my dad *my uncles' little brother* says. I wrote a song, it's suposed to be about my uncle, but he hasn't passed yet, but hey, that's okay, it's still a song.
Your ashes lay there on that big mountain, you spread out there waiting for your second life. And i just can't seem to forget, the way you laughed before you died. And i really do love you, and i really do miss you. You left me that old guitar, i made it play. And that old tv set is still here today. You taught me how to pound the nails into a wooden block, and you showed me how quickly time goes on the clock, oh and I really do love you, and i really do miss you... I'll see you soon.
The whole "nails and wooden block" part was because he was a carpenter and everytime i worked with him in his workshop when i was little, he'd hand me a peice of wood, 20 nails and a hammer, and i'd pretend i was building something like he always was. I love you Uncle Marty, thanks.
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