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| ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *~ The Voice Of Dead Silence ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ THE END ~ Victim�s Daughter POV ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ 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! END HOME |
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