I've been afraid to let my fingers hit these keys because I knew it meant speaking of you, Uncle, in the past tense. Tears - It's at this point that you would tell me to "fix up!". I can hear you telling me, "why you crying, I'm here!". And you are. I hear you, I feel you, and spookily enough, sometimes I see you. An Uncle, that unexplainable mix between a father figure and a friend - the one to slip you your 1st piece and candy and not too long after, your 1st drink! That was you. The Uncle that tough me how to "fight" and not to take any mess! The playful, always smiling, and down-to-ride kind of Uncle. That, was you! They say you find peace in the fold memories that loved ones leave you with - you left countless! Yet peace is yet to come. One of the last things you told me was that I had to "be strong" for the family, I don't always know how to, but I live with those words daily. I miss you bad! We miss you bad! Being home isn't the same, I feel your absence constantly. We weren't ready, but I guess we would have never been. The one thing that brings me the slightest bit of peace, is that you lived your life all the way to the very end and never let your circumstances own you! I love that about you. A fighter! A phenomenal Son, Brother, Cousin, Uncle, Father, Friend! We will forever celebrate your life and speak of you with love. The impact of the memories you left me with will forever live in my heart and mind. Your spirit and soul forever felt and cherished. Love you Unc Mo! oxoxoxoxo