Uncle Jack, when I look back, sent a lot down to me. my mom would say we both seemed to be the life of the party. he was a picker, and a drinker. he took one step over the edge. a drinker, and he ended up with some debt I guess. nobody knows what really happened. the river was swollen when they found him in it, and it rained all weekend on the bridge leaving town. this is how I see it. this is not something I was told. I envisioned it to be dark, wet, and cold. if he jumped, or if he fell, no one knows. but I've got a different picture for each one of those. I was a baby. and we never really met, its really sad, I guess. he was a musician, just like his nephew and if he couldve I wouldve wanted him to teach me. but all I ever got from him, Uncle Jack, was his need to stop drinking.
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