Yesterday its been 17 years since my uncle passed. 17 years of going to his grave talking to him, missing him and spending time with loved ones that’re still with us. Well today we are gonna go and sit with him like we used to. it makes me think of the time when my brother and I at a very young age seen a man in the tree line by the cemetery no one else could see. it sends a shiver of fear into my chest sometimes. this cemetery is in the middle of no where in a field.
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