When you come to think of it those who had no education or didn't care about their childhood and made it big and famous are lucky. People now days take things for granted and underestimate how school and working commitments actually play a significant role in your future. Sorry guys but truth is were not all lucky, so basically don't look up to the nobodies who became a somebody. At the end of the day you have to be a somebody and gradually grow.
You were only here for 8 years of my life and the other 6 you've been watching over me behind Gods gates. I wish you were here to be by my side as each day I grow. There is so much I miss and as I sit here and reminisce I can’t help the tears slowly fall. Sorry for the times I have let you down and I guarantee whilst you and my many other loved ones have watched over me I have disappointed you yet at the same time made you very proud. Occasionally I regret the many things I have done, let down my family and think what would have been done if you were here… perhaps another lecture or two. That smile of yours lit up not only yours but many others lives. Many people miss you, particularly me. Your mother, my grandmother cries every day I basically witness it myself. I remember the day I was on my knees begging your soul back on plant earth, the day I was carried out of church from the tears and screaming of your loss. Let’s not forget the time you and the family had left me at the Melbourne show all by myself as I misplaced you for someone else, you reported me missing and I had been approached by a lady to lost children. You came back and got me, I remember your wide arms wrapped around me, your gorgeous blue eyes captured me. Oh not to forget you telling me not to tell my father that you had lost me otherwise he’d never let you take me out again, months later God took your soul to a better place and I had eventually told my father then we had a giggle. Goodness me, the times we shared. You were and still are that amazing person. I found a photo of the two of us not long ago, me at 5 years of age in a flower girl gown. You were kneeling down, once again with your arms wide around me. Sometimes I don’t want to cry, I try to hold it in. Usually I succeed at doing so, tonight however it’s a different circumstance. I still have my first pair of football boots! You bought them for me, my first ever pair. Never chucking them out no matter how old they get. I love you Uncle Costa, I hope to see you and my Grandmother shortly. May your beautiful soul rest in peace in Gods arms.
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