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+ 4	THE DAY MY LIFE CHANGED FOREVER 11/28/06

Well i guess its that time of the year again. Where someone in my family dies. People Always Says Death Comes in three's. Well I guess they were right. In my case atleast. So for the last three years someone has died. Where to being. The end of my freshman year my uncle Maurice was shot in the head. Almost the end of my sophmore year my cousin john commited suicide. And this year... The one man that I thought woudl live forever... DIDN'T!!

 

NOVEMBER 28, 2006 around 9:15 pm Florida time.

I'm sitting on the computer on MYSPACE and on the phone with my friend. What seemed like a normal day... would change in a matter of minutes. My other line starts beeping. Not knowing who it is I pick up. "HELLO", I say. "HI COUSIN", my little cousin FRANKIE says. "UNCLE FONSO DIED!!!" Stop playing I tell him. "I'm not playing", he says. My heart begins to sink. Not knowing what to do. I run to my moms room. "Mom Frankie says Uncle Fonso is dead". She looks at me as if she has no idea what to say. So I run out her room crying my eyes out. So I call my dad if anyone would know it would be him. "Tell me it's not true... Tell me he's still alive"."he died but they brought him back to life. There going to put him in surgery for 5 or 6 hours". A feel of peace comes over me. So I tell him I'll call him back. I play spider solitaire to calm my nerves. And then i get a phone call from my stepmom. Scared to pick it up. But I do. "Hey baby how are you doing?" she says. Ok I guess. " Well he's still in surgery and I want you to pray for him ok" Ok i tell her. And then we hang up. Thinking everythings going to be ok I decide to take a bath. But while taking a bath I felt a cold chill and decide to get out. Not a second later my dad calls. He's crying. So I know worse has come to worse and he's dead. Then he tells me the words I didn't want to hear. "He's dead". I tell him I'll call him back. Not knowing what to do I go outside in nothing but a towel and start crying. Then I go to my moms room and shes crying to. She hugged me and I went to my room. Speechless. I sit on the florr naked and I cry. I can't move, I can't think. I can't do anything but cry. This man was more then just my uncle he was like my father. He was supposed to walk me down the aisle when I got married. But instead someone else had to take his life. My mom comes and all i can say is" I have to leave, I can't be here, I have to be with nini."(nini was my cousin, his daughter)Thats all I kept saying. I couldn't sleep that night. I refused to stay home the next day so instead I went to school. Bad Idea. All day people kept asking me "Whats wrong?" " Are you ok"" Sorry for your lose". I wanted to go away. But I stayed. Third period finally. I sit down and I talk to my best friend Tori. She's such a big help. And out of no where I get called down to the office. On my way to the office my mom calls. " Did the office tell you?" Tell me what? "Where going to California today at 3". THANK YOU SO. I say as I begin to cry. 3 comes and where on the plane and it begins to sink in were really going to California just for his funeral. And I begin to cry. And I look over and so is my mom. Finally we get to San Francisco and we go to my grandmas house and we sit around and we talk about how funny he was and how if he was there he would come in and tell us to " STOP BEING A SISSY" we were all happy. But sad on the inside and in pain from just talking about him. Days went by and finally came the awakening. We got there around 2. First they let only his kids, the wife, my grandma, and my aunts and uncles. Then they let all of us in. Before we even seen the body we were all crying and by the time we got there we couldn't even speak. He was so cold. He didn't even look like himself. That day I realized he was really gone. And gone forever. And it hurt! It was such a beautiful service. It was perfect and I know he would have agreed. Finally around 10 and everyone was kicked out but the family. As we were going up and saying our finally goodbyes it was as if he was crying. The whole night we had saw him no one seen the tear until we were leaving. A smile came over all of our faces. We knew he was there with us, The next day was harder. It came the wnd to everything. We woke up early to go to the mortuary to pay our very last respects. We put in things that he would be burried with. And then came time to go to the church. As me and my family pulled up in the limo there was more then 100 people outside crying. It was if he was famous or something.  And even more people inside. Then came time to burry him . There was so many people walking with us. And even more people waiting. As the priest talked we all cried. Then they began to put him downand we were all devastated. We cried so much our bodies hurt. Then we were all able to throw in the roses and the dirt. It hurt so much and was so painful. We knew he was never coming back. Every time we talked about him before it was if he was going to walk in and start laughing at us. If only thar would have happened. One night we all decided to sleep in his bed. It felt so good. It seemed like when we first walked up the hill to where we would put him to rest it was cold but when we got to the top were we would finally lay him to rest it was warm. It was as if the sun had come out just for him.

 

 

Here's a little something I was supposed to read at the funeral but couldn't find the words to say it.

Rest in paradise to the best uncle in the world. You mean so much to me. You were like a father to me when my dad wasn't there. I wanted you to walk my down the aisle when I got married. You did everything for everyone and only asked that we stuck together. But you had a good reason. There are so many stories I could talk about. But I wouldn't know where to start. I just want to say I LOVE YOU and MISS YOU ALOT

Love Always

Your Niece

Alica

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