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For Uncle Marc I should be joyful to feel his spirit all around me, but it makes me sad. I miss his presence when he was still living. This loss consumes me; I think about him constantly; his death was too unexpected for comfort. He was my uncle. It feels as if life is going on without me: school continues, work continues, even family continues to be normal. My body is going through the motions: go to school, go to work, just be normal. I feel so incomplete with this case remaining unsolved, I'm stuck in time. They say he drove off of a straight road and hit a tree, causing his death. He was an excellent driver; we all know this was impossible. I know his enemies had killed him, durgging him and sending him on his way. My uncle's death consumes me, his spirit all around me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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