I was raised by a single parent, like many people are these days. I have absolutely no complaints as my mom has an army of a family behind her. Closest are, or were, her two brothers, who were closest in age. These two men helped raise me, mold me, into the person that I am today. Unfortunately both have passed away. Today is their birthday. I am so torn by emotion. I want to celebrate the lives that they led. All the lessons they taught me and the fun times that we had. My nino was the first person to get me high (saying it must be a tradition as he was first to get my mom high), all while at a Marilyn Manson concert I must add. My uncle AD taught me how to barbeque and the importance of records. I want to be sad today but I can't help but be happy about their lives. I am enjoying a jack and pepsi (since my uncle didn't like coke). I am going to remember the good times with the two men that meant the most to me. I am going to celebrate them. I just needed to share since I was feeling a bit emotional. Thanks for reading my rant. <3 A.
