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Dear Uncle Mike,
You remember me right? It's me, the neice in your life who woke you up during a nap. I would like you to know, I wear your army jacket a lot. I wear both the fatigues and the heavier jacket. I really like it. Maybe a little too much... because now, I feel weird if I go to school and I don't have anything to put on my arms. Currently, however, I put the fatigue in the dirty clothes pile a while ago, and I haven't seen it since... well, my mom IS Renee, and you know her :)
By the stories from my mom and other relatives, you sound like a really fun uncle! Mom told me about the song you used to sing "Randolph the red gunned Cowpoke" and the way she'd scream and yell at you to stop singing it. She sang it to me when I was younger and I didn't understand what was so bad about it but now I get it, and mom laughs about it. Another funny thing that she'd mention was that when you walked by a sign, you's smack it with your hand, and then say "Ouch!" like you had hit your head. But the two stories I couldn't decide between was the one time you were in a helicopter (I don't really remember what exactly the guys name was or what the conversation was... but I'll really try to remember):
You: "Yeah, the other time we had to make an emergency pick-up for the president... so we did, he shook my hand, and invited me out for coffee."
Guy: (In a dumbstruck tone) "Mr. Smith, are you B.S.-ing me?"
You: (Nods thoughtfully) "Yessir, I am."
The other one was when my mom had already moved out and was in her own house. Brenda called her up and said in a VERY solemn voice "Renee, you have to get here as fast as you can."
"What? Did something happen?"
"Just get here."
On the way over, my mom started to cry- she was thnking that someone was hurt, or... dead. As soon as she walked through the door, she saw you standing there. She called you stupid and said things like "I hate you!!" but, she didn't really mean it. She was just scared of the worst.
Next topic I'd like to bring up is my grandma; your mother. I think she is a very strong woman. From what I know, burying -no- giving up a child for adoption is very hard to do. I don't recall exactly how many that never went home or survived... but I tried to remember, and seven -including you- is a very high number. Again, she is a strong woman, and when I grow up, I hope that I am as strong as her. From what I have heard, she really broke when you were killed...
It isn't fair... that man shouldn't have gotten away with it... I don't know if he was sentanced to community service or probation or something, I think he should have gotten some sort of punishment... Doesn't he know who he'd taken away? An uncle, a brother, a son... If I ever EVER meet that man, I will ask him why he did it, why did he take you away from us? If I get an answer I don't feel is right, I'll keep asking until I get the right answer. My mother told me it was about a girlfriend... jealousy is a poison, but it's not lethal unless someone wants it to be.
I wasn't old enough to remember you. I wish I was.
Love, your neice,
Sammy
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