I received a call from my brother today.
I have never heard him sounding so solemn and broken.
He was the bearer of bad news.
Our uncle, my mom's brother, has passed away.
I bow my head in memory of him and say a silent prayer thanking God for taking away his pain.
He will be missed but forever loved and remembered.
See you at the crossroads, Tito El.
I have never heard him sounding so solemn and broken.
He was the bearer of bad news.
Our uncle, my mom's brother, has passed away.
I bow my head in memory of him and say a silent prayer thanking God for taking away his pain.
He will be missed but forever loved and remembered.
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