When you loose someone you love.
This is a true story.
I am half irish. And all of my close family live there, i have many aunty's and uncles who live there. But i was close to one of them. Uncle westly. Great guy, scince i was 3 i knew him. When i was born he was way in to his 70's. He was great, he always made you happy if you were sad. You will never have met a guy like him..
It was Sunday 6th March 2005, and my best best friend annie always sleeps on a saturday. We were woken at about half 8 by the sound of my younger brother. He was shouting
"Emma, Emma.. mum's crying.."
Annie was half asleep.. So i go up and wallked in to the hallway.
My mum just told me to sit down. She put her arm around me and said
"Emma, its uncle westly. He's taken ill.. hes got newmonia..."
Now, being as he was in his 90's im not suprised he had it. But he has had no problems in his life with health.
Anyway. About half 9 the same day. With the new's that has changed my life. My uncle westly sadly passed away. I was very upset but all my mates were there to help me get through this tragic time.
Im okay now though. His memory is with me in my teddy bear i have called westly :)
He will be missed greatly <3
Missing you loads westly :'(