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Kyley Klass
Dec 21, 2021
In Share Your Memory
No, that is not a typo. I couldn't say "Uncle Mike" growing up so that was his name. I honestly don't have many words right now. My heart is broken. My uncle loved me more than I knew. I know he did. He was so freaking proud of me. He was proud of me from the day I was born. Every show, every performance, even when I tried to play sports (lol)..he was there. I looked forward to every family vacation not because of the relaxing beach or "vacation vibes" but because I got to see one of my favorite people in the entire world for an entire week. Uncle Mike. For those that don't know...I have been lucky enough since I graduated collage to play music for my career. Singing, dancing, acting, playing instruments...When I was little my uncle believed in me. Before I did. He bought me a guitar and singing lessons. And oh my goodness if you could see his face when I sing. He would just be memorized. He came to my first job out of college so many times to support me and would just stand at the edge of the stage recording everything I did on his phone. Probably to go back and watch it 100,000x over again when he gets home. Singing stings a bit right now. But, I know that's not what we would want. He would want me to sing louder and prouder for him. And that is exactly what I am going to try to do. I was so proud of him. He worked so hard. He worked so hard for everyone else. He was selfless. He LOVED hard. And he loved me. I have so many stories. So many memories that I will hold onto forever. And I have peace knowing how much he missed his sister and his dad. That he is not alone. And that I will see him and them again. I love you Uncle Mike. Forever.
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