In Loving Memory...

The day of my life I would like to forget-
   April 14th, 2006,
   a day of much pain,
   my uncle's murder,
   such a great soul that was never to be heard from again,
   all of my family in tears, weaping,
   such an immense loss,
   an absolute injustice,
   the most compassionate man I knew was simply gone.
The void left in my heart, never to be filled.


My uncle Mike was the most caring person I have ever met. Sure, he had his faults, but who doesn't? His family was ALWAYS his priority. He left behind a wife and four kids, two of who were too young to even have any real memories of their dad. They ask about him all the time at family gatherings, but it's still too difficult to talk about with them. Even simply writing this is hard, but I want everyone to better understand his story.
As I said, he had his faults, which included surrounding himself with the wrong kind of people... The coward who killed him was someone my uncle called his "brother". HIS BROTHER FOR CHRISTS SAKE. 
Another one of my uncle's faults...he was addicted to heroin. I wouldn't be telling you all this, except it is an important part of his story. The "man" that killed him conned him into going into the woods with him to get a 'fix'.
He shot my uncle, point-blank, in the back of his skull. The bastard didn't even have the courage to pick an actual fight with him because, quite frankly, he would have gotten his ass handed to him.
Anyways, I was at my grandma's house when the news of it came. I was only eleven years old at the time. 
The first thing that I remember from that day was the knock on the door..it was the cops. Then the next thing I saw was my other uncle that was over came busting into the kitchen where me and my younder sister were watching tv...he fell to the ground crying hysterically and continuously screamed "WHY GOD WHY!?". No one even had to tell me. I ran to the bathroom and cried by myself. I felt as if I had to be strong for my sister.
I went in the living room and gave my grandma a hug and we cried together for quite some time. Then she picked up the phone and called everyone in the family and told them that it was an emergency and that they needed to come over immediately. I went back in the kitchen. It was 20 minutes before anyone got there. They all rushed in with worried looks on their faces and kept asking what was going on. I walked in the room. My grandma looked down and gently said between sobs "Michael's dead.". I had to sit there and watch every single person in my family break down. Some people sat down and sobbed. But most just completely lost their minds and were on the floor. They had lost all control, I mean, it was such a great loss.
That vision of all of the strong people in my family, just laying on the ground crying is something that haunts me to this day. I still cant decide which was harder to deal with, the actual death or the reactions. Kind of alot to handle for an eleven year old, huh?
Five years later, the man who did it is in jail. What goes around, comes around. While he was awaiting trial, his 19 year old son was shot to death in a gang related crime. The judge wouldn't let him out for the funeral. How's that for karma? I feel no sorrow for him. I think he deserves that and so much more. He is the only person that I truly hate. I mean, like I TRULY TRULY hate him with everything in me. Let's get real, who wouldnt?
Whenever I turn 18, I plan on going to visit him in jail. I want him to see the pain he's caused and I'm gonna give him hell. Ill bring pictures of my uncle and his wife and kids, to show the family that he destroyed. And hopefully those pictures will remind him of his own kids (he has 19 of them..yeah, not all with the same woman. so lots of baby mama dramaaa) that he will never get to see again,


REST IN PEACE UNCLE MIKE <3