Uncle Fred

I remember about a year ago when I was explaining the whole blogging process to my uncle. He was amazed. I am remembering this today because today, sadly he passed away. I really loved him. He had a terrible disease but was one of the most happy people I knew. I saw him not long ago but I had no idea it would be my last time. He is a real inspiration. I love you Uncle Fred. Rest in peace. Your in a better place.

 

See you in heaven. I love you.

:)

Made a wrong turn, once or twice.
Dug my way out, blood and fire.
Bad decisions, that’s alright.
Welcome to my silly life.
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood.
Miss ‘No way, it’s all good’, it didn’t slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated.
Look i’m still around.

Pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel.
Like you’re less than perfect.
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel, like you’re nothing.
You’re perfect to me!

You’re so mean, when you talk, about yourself you were wrong.
Change the voices, in your head, make them like you instead.
So complicated, look happy, you’ll make it!
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.
It’s enough! I’ve done all I can think of.
Chased down all my demons, i’ve seen you do the same.

Woah ohh, pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel.
Like you’re less than perfect.
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel, like you’re nothing.
You’re perfect to me.

The whole world’s scared so I swallow the fear.
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer.
So cool in line, and we try try try, but we try too hard and it’s a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they’re everywhere.
They dont like my jeans, they don’t get my hair.
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time.
Why do we do that? Why do I do that?

Why do I do that?

Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby!
Pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel.
Like you’re less than perfect.
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel.
Like you’re nothing, you’re perfect to me yeahhh.
You’re perfect, you’re perfect!
Ohh pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel.
Like you’re less than perfect.
Pretty please, if you ever ever feel, like you’re nothing.
You are perfect to me…

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The Lost Identity

By Savannah Typed by Lizzie

I’m going to tell you a story about when my father lost his identity and, his leather jacket… One stormy. Rainy evening my father was walking back from the dentist. He had noticed that he was very cold but he did not know why. As he kept walking he had just remembered that he had set down his jacket on the dentist’s chair as he reached over to grab a Kleenex. But he could not turn back because he had already walked a mile back to his home, and it was almost dark. His lovely wife was patiently waiting at home with a large succulent turkey because, twas the night of thanksgiving. He was getting anxious to get home, but he also wanted his jacket back which also has his identity in it! How was he going to get home without his jacket? A terrible storm was a brewing so he decided to turn and keep on his way top get home.

He got home by dark with just a minute to spare. His wife was waiting patiently sipping a warm cup of tea while lounging on the couch in her fluffy white slippers. “You’re home awfully late Richard!” She said with a quick snap in her voice. “You should have been home hours ago. I almost did the unthinkable and eat the turkey all alone on Thanksgiving night.” She looked at him tapping her fingers against her teacup impatiently waiting for an answer.

“I’m sorry Mabelle darling , I have misplaced my identity, before you get upset with me I would like to have a nice turkey dinner with you on this wonderful thanksgiving evening.” So Richard pattered over to the table and sat down to wait for Mabelle to bring the turkey on the table. With mashed potatoes, asparagus, and the red wine. Mabelle sat holding her cup, staring at him, then slowly got up and walked into the kitchen to go fetch the turkey. Mabelle came into the dining room and set the turkey on the table followed by the two crystal glasses filled with carefully aged wine.

“This looks wonderful Mabelle, dear. I’m quite excited for the wine.”

“Yes well it is very expensive. I bought it for this special occasion.” Richard dug in, the second she set herself upon the chair.

“ So… I lost my leather jacket and my identity today. I decided not to go back for it” Mabelle stared at him in knowing that that was his best jacket.

“Well you should have gone back and got it! Someone could have stolen it. Its your best jacket for goodness sake! Richard, couldn’t you have least changed out of your wet clothes, I mean its Thanksgiving dinner. You can’t just come in to this house with that on and sit down to eat right away.Especially on a special night like this!” Richard stood up slowly and stormed into the bedroom,quietly mumbling under his breath. Mabelle quietly waited for Richard to return. She hadn’t touched her food since he left. She could hear Richard rustling around his room, searching for suitable clothing.

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