Original Stories

I-

Screw titles.

So, my uncle died a long time ago. Like, when I was in elementary school.

Earlier today I was reading a note he left for my brother when he was a baby. It's hanging up on a wall with a baby picture of my bro.

I read it, and I didn't realize how much I miss him.

I remember when I was little I used to have dreams about him coming back, that his being dead was a lie. I thought that if I believed hard enough, he'd just stop being dead.

It's been a long time since then. I really do miss him.

Sorry to be like this, but it just dawned on me.