Sunday, November 1, 2009

Phone Calls = Death

We got a phone call from my grat Aunt Willie earlyer this week saying that my great Uncle Edra (Ed) was going down hill fast, and we should come see him. We went up yesterday morning. He was just skin and bones; he wouldnt eat or drink anything. We got thier and... if you knew him...you would not recanize him. He was just scelatal.

We (my cousen and I) went hourse ridin' and had a blast! we got home and chilled. At around 2 am him had pasted.

we all kissed him our good-byes before they took his body.

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