Anger's Angels
We all have that one uncle that messes around
As a kid he would even tackle me to the ground
I never knew one day he would be, he was worse off than me...
A cancer diagnosis looking bad
was going to make my uncle lose everything he had,
but as a superintendent of a school district he was always optimistic
my uncle would leave hand written letters
that made friends, family, and co-workers feel better
but little did we konw he wasn't getting better
college move in day, at the same college my uncle went to I must say
all is going well from what I can tell
day three and I am all settled in
all my problems under my chin
I wake up at 7 in the morning
and after one phone call I am now mourning
My uncle had fallen to cancer
and nobody had an answer
I never realized the impact he had on everyone
until at his funeral I saw a ton
hundreds of people who loved Gary Anger gathered to share grief
in Gary's presence we found relief
we now say goodbye to his presence,
but in our lives he is a permanent resident
from my uncle Gary I have learned passion, acceptance, resillience, and love
I know he will always look over me from above.
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