November 11th
This year, it will be 11/11/11. Two years have passed since the death of my uncle Omar. To this day, I still don’t know the full details of the accident but I do know one thing. I still miss him. It’s funny how we didn’t start to hang out a lot until closer to his death. Within those few months, he showed me that life will get better if only you make it happen. I still remember his voice and his catch phrases. It seems like yesterday we were playing Madden as a family. Driving around fooling around making fun of each other. I’ll never forget the day my friend Domingo told me that we were losing him. I got up and left the class cursing in the hallway. I promised myself that day that I would never refer to him as “he was” but always as “he is.” Can’t help but cry a little just typing this.
If I could say anything to him right now it would be we miss you. Your family misses you. Especially your parents. I know it was hard for them to make that decision for you but it was for the best. You’re in a better place now. I’m glad that you were able to see Ayden before you left. That was a fun experience. 
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