Yesterday was the first anniversary of my uncle's death.
I remember the day so vividly.
That day I went home from classes to change for work. I heard my father on the phone in the basement talking to Suzzie my uncle's manager. He said he hadn't bean able to get into contact with him in awhile and that he had left a strange voice mail on his phone.
I went to work that night worrying. I called my mom on the break but she hadn't hear of anything I was talking about. For some reason though, I knew my uncle was dead.
Once I got home that night my parents were sitting on the couch and told me to come over. I knew what was happening. Tears started falling down my face immediately. Sitting in-between parents, I felt so sad for my dad since it was his brother he just lost. My father put his arm around me and held my hand. It was the most surreal thing to ever happen to me.
Soon enough the police came to our door to make sure that we had gotten the message. I stood there in the hallway staring blankly at the officers.
Lawrence Van Dyke was my uncle's name. I called him Uncle Larry. He was a sweet man. He hadn't paid his taxes in years and owed a lot of money. He was also having heart problems.
He didn't want to have a hear attact and hurt someone while he was driving.
It saddens me to think that my Uncle Larry couldn't come to his family for help and instead he took the easy way out by taking his life.
We go to Bonefish and get Bang Bang shrimp in your honor Uncle Larry. We love and miss you dearly.
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