It’s the ninth again. Another month marked by your passing.
It’s also Jack’s birthday. Mine, too. I always planned to come to town and celebrate here with everyone.
I don’t have much to say this time around. I’m sorry.
I wish you could see how big your nephew has grown.
My mom was telling me this past weekend how excited you were to meet Jack. She said you kept telling her that you couldn’t wait to meet him.
I could tell you and Jack were meant to be the bestest friends-uncle/nephew duo. I could see you sneaking off and playing soccer with him.
He was robbed of a caring Tio; a kind, funny, and loving uncle. I will always make sure he knows exactly the type of person you were, and how much you impacted our lives.
I love you, Chuy. I miss you every day.
Hasta pronto.
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