It seemed like just yesterday I was on his shoulders cheering the racers on the racetrack. He didn’t make an enemy, nor did he cause a fight. When he died, my life was over. I didn’t just lose an uncle, I lost a best friend.
That same year we went back to the racetrack, I felt a tear coming down my face, It was the first year I didn't sit on his shoulders. But in that moment, I felt a small touch on my leg I look down to hear his son say, “Can I get on your shoulders please?”.
That same year we went back to the racetrack, I felt a tear coming down my face, It was the first year I didn't sit on his shoulders. But in that moment, I felt a small touch on my leg I look down to hear his son say, “Can I get on your shoulders please?”.