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Uncle Smokey, who’s biological name is Joseph, was named after driving through an Indiana town called Koko Moe for a vacation with my grandparents. His name from then on was Smokey Joe from Koko Moe. My uncle Smokey had snow-white hair that was always messy and white, like when snow falls from the sky in no specific order. His right eye had a white dot on his pupil, and he saw triple out of it when he would look directly at you, like a person who had one too many to drink. His face was lovable, like a puppy’s. His body was built like a teddy bear; if you were to squeeze him, you would feel warmth and love.
When I was little, every time my uncle came to visit, he would bring me a bag of stuffed animals, or pretty dresses, the ones with little bows on them with matching hair ribbons. As I grew older he bought me watches, perfume, or just gave me money and always said, “Go and buy yourself something n
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I can still hear him say the words…
“Bye, I love you, I love you, I love you, and I love you!”
“Bye, Uncle Mokey. Similar to one of those nightmares you have when you wake up in the middle of the night sweating and crying. Then I looked at the dog; she was bleeding from her stomach.
Anytime someone was sick in our family, or even just feeling down, he would know.
Most of the time, when he would talk, nothing bad would come from him. I learned to just be myself, and not to be a follower, but a leader.
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