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My uncle died yesterday. He was 47. I only met him four times. I need Damien to come over. Let's recap my fond memories with him that I can remember:
When I was 8 - he took me hiking in Alberta and when I got tired he carried me, he fed me all the candy my grandparents and dad wouldn't let me eat.
When I was 9 - he put up with reading with me ( Read more... )
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