My uncle died on Thursday(05/26/2016) and I still haven't written anything about it on my page. I felt like I was not his daughter or his next of kin and I did not want to step over anybody's toes. I wanted to make sure they had the wake set up already before I started writing.

He is the glue that connects the family, he makes it a point to call people from time to time. Ask how they are, what they are doing, the thing is though he always ends up with how he thinks your life is wrong because you are doing it this way or that way, now it sounds funny because he always ends up telling you how fucked you are and this is what you should do. You always end up upset and wondering why you answered the phone in the first place.

If you ask people on the street they know him as Rambo if they know him from his military days, he was a bad ass in his days, he knows all the gangs in LA. Thing is though most people don't really associate him with being that bad ass if you ask them how they know him. He was a very nice guy to everyone, at one point in time he either fed/cooked for them, he gave them a place to stay, introduced people that gave them the clothes on their back, gave them a car, found them something they really needed or just was there to talk to them when they needed it, it was with a case of beer but hey, they all know him as being kind.

What I remember when we were staying with him for several months when we first got here was there was never a day that we had no food on the table for breakfast, lunch or dinner. He was an awesome cook and he always made sure we were fed, we were fat by the time we got out of his house.

He's gone and I'm kind of sad and glad, sad he passed on too early, he was a character. Glad because at least he's not suffering anymore.