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Saturday, December 20, 2014

30 years gone

30 years ago I was getting ready for school when I called home to talk to my mom. I was staying with a friend to finish high school. It was almost Christmas break and I was making plans to come home for the holiday's.
My step-father answered and aburptly told me my uncle died. (he had no class or tact)...imagine being 16 and hearing your favorite uncle was dead. Needless to say I was shocked.
When the details came out I learned he was killed by a drunk driver. My uncle was only 30yrs old. He was always there for me and then he was gone.
I've never forgotten that day and I always think about Donny. I love and miss him even 30 years later.


2 comments:

  1. I understand, Amber, and I'm sorry. It's eerie how many parallels we have in our lives. I know your uncle is there for you, but of course you can't see him. Tragic.

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  2. Thanks Julia..you are a great friend.

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