When I think of you,
I remember riding in your black jeep and hear your laughter.
My Uncle's Laughter.
I think of you, and I remember your smile, your warm hug. I remember your voice, a voice that sounds very similar to that of my father's. Because you are my dad's younger brother. My uncle.
I think of you, I remember you. And I miss you.
Salute ko nimo.
Engineer Rustico E. Lucino Jr.
Bran,
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