I’ll miss my Uncle Brother telling me stories about my Great Grandpa Gene and how much I reminded him of him. He was the best, had the good ice cream and taught me about tomatoes and liked to dig holes with me.

The things I’ll miss the most about Uncle Brother is his scratchy bearded kisses, endless amount of ice cream and helping him feed the fish. Mama said he always tried to sneak me a coke when I was a baby.

“Grief is the last act of love we have to give those we loved. Where there is deep grief, there was great love.” Until we meet again, your special indian girl.