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The Voice Of Dead Silence
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THE END ~ Victim�s Daughter POV
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A few weeks after the funeral
I met my a few more Uncles today.
Uncle Nicky, Uncle Aje, Uncle B-rok and Uncle Boo.
They were all there before me.
At my daddy�s grave, I mean.
Something was wrong with Uncle Nicky though.
He blamed Dad�s death on himself.
He claimed he was stubborn, that he didn�t listen.
No, I told him, it was daddy�s own fault.
And dad knew that.
He thought that he was doing what was best.
He smiled, knelt down and hugged me.
I hugged him back.
He told me that my daddy may be dead but he still lives in me.
They all laughed when I said, �Damn right!�
And Uncle Aje was like, �That�s Howie alright...�
Or something like that.
I don�t miss him.
I mean, I love my daddy and know the story behind his knowing about me but I don�t miss him.
I don�t because just like my uncles say, they have me.
And his spirit.
That�s what it is... I sense his spirit.
He tells me what�s wrong and what�s right.
How he felt and what he went through.
I already knew before my momma told me.
She was surprised when I kept on finishing her sentences.
But when I told her how I knew, she didn�t believe me.
Adults!
I smiled.
Well... here�s to my daddy.
Howard Dwaine Dorough
August 22nd, 1973 - January 29th 2001
To a fellow band member
A great friend and father
We will miss you ALWAYS!

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