My Uncle John passed away this afternoon at 5pm. He was old and had been ill for sometime. His wife, Aunty Chenda, died four years ago and he had become a shadow of the man he had been.
I've spent the last hour trying to find a poem to post as a sort of tribute to him so I can stop thinking about how incredibly sad it is, maybe I'll be able to find one in a few days but as I sit here now nothing seems to do him justice.
He was the kind of hard working man who won't be remembered by anybody except those who loved him and those who he loved, but we are many, and we will always remember him.
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