Downer Day.

June 13, 2005; One of the hardest days of my life. It was retched, horrid, and terrifying. It was the day my uncle died. I wont rehash any of the details, but it wasnt pleasant. Point is, today is the 5th aniversary of his death. While it is most definetly not a day to celebrate, it's also not a day to forget.
I've spent the past 5 years thinking about him, nearly everyday. Each year I dread the looming days before the 13th. I know you're supossed to look for the positives in a dark sistuation, and remember the good times. But what if you were to young to remember most of them? Then what? That is where I stand.
I was in the 6th grade when he passed away, and I didnt see my uncle very often. I remember few things about him, but the things I do remember will hopefully never fade.
One of my favorite memories was a night that I was laying in my bed, playing with my Barbies, and unannounced to me, my uncle came over. I remember him storming my room and tackling me. He wouldnt let up once he started tickling me either, I am the most ticklish person. I remember lying there in a fit of laughter and forgetting my embarassment of someone finding me playing with my Barbies. But to this day, it's still one of the happiest, and most vauge memories I have.
I remember a few quirks about him too, like how he could never tell a joke without bursting in to hysterics before it was over. You had to tell him over and over again, stop laughing and finish the damn joke. Another is, he always left his car door open. You'd walk outside and know exactly which car was his, on account of the fact that the drivers side door would be wide open. He also never failed to give me a compliment. Whether it be that my hair looked pretty, or that I was looking thinner, he always had soemthing nice to say. Sure he was my uncle, but that wasnt why he did it. He truly meant everything he said.
I miss my uncle more than anything, and everyday I wish for him to be here with me again, or for me to at least have more memories of him. But I wanted to write this passage, in order to symbolize that I still think about him, and I still love him.
Rest In Peace Uncle Garth, I love you.