This was the day my Uncle died of cancer.
My Uncle, Scott Wayne Ernst, he was an amazing man. He didn't judge me or my mother or sister when his family judged us. He showed us love while everyone else showed us hate.
My uncle, he was more than an uncle to me. He was my protector and my savior. He made me happy when I was down. He showed me happiness but now that he's gone I have nothing.
I have no protector or a savior. I have no happiness I have no light. Now I'm just a lonely girl missing her uncle.
Uncle Scott, I miss you so much and I wish that the Navy had never sent you to Italy where you got cancer. I love you uncle Scott and I wish you were still here. I promise to watch over little Ry-Ry.
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