I hardly knew my Uncle Johnny,but I loved him dearly.

When I was a little kid I remember the day my Uncle Johnny moved away from New Jersey. When I asked my parents why that had happened I remember my mother telling me that Uncle Red (that was his nickname) wasn’t coming back to New Jersey for a very long time and I shouldn’t be sad he had left. She told me that I should just remember the good times I had with him and those happy moments where he would pick me up,put me on his shoulders and run around the house or the yard and act like a wild horse or a raging bull.  She told me to always think about the times that he would make me laugh so hard that I couldn’t catch my breath and also all the presents he would give

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