About my uncle Dean.

This was the day god took a little bit of my soul away. It was a back around the time of the Persian Gulf War. My family and me were in this corner of nowhere called Brown Mills New Jersey.

In the hospital my uncle was having a triple bypass on his heart. I was about 14 or 15 back then. I was Mental; hell my whole family was it was hardest time in my life.

This was the same uncle that snapped tones of pictures and left tones of memories behind. The same dean that told me to shut the fuck up and stay in the car. He was like a second father to me. One day they made a mistake at the horse races and our horse came in and he won 300.00 bucks and give me 100.00.

So where in the area of the hospital called the family center we were waiting and waiting which at the time seemed like years. Till we got the news that he was going to be ok. That he was fine. My heart filled with blood once more.

Till later on every thing took a jagged turn, a nightmare happened. It hurt my soul. My mother heard the doctors name being paged emergency in ICU. My mother just knew it was dean.

We all raced into the Icu there was like a million doctors around my uncle. He was exploding the graphs that they took from his legs did not hold both my grandmother and mother were freaking out they were given oxygen. I ran into the church they had for some type of salvation. Hoping god could hear my cries. He lost too much blood. He was left for dead. The kept us there for days after in false hope cause god had taken my uncle, my uncle dean. Tears start to fall from my eyes as I finish this story; with all my heart wherever you are in heaven I love you.