R.i.p.
Benjamin Paul Smith
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
9:45AM
St. John's ICU

I don't know where to start but it's already ended.
Uncle Ben, or as a lot of my friends knew him, Drunkle Ben.
Well, I didn't get to see him a whole lot during my life time buuuuut that will never change my opinion of him.
He was one of the most random people I have ever met and we could carry on a conversation for hours about pretty much anything and nothing.
He recently moved up here to Missouri from Texas and for about two or three months of that time he was staying in Mount Vernon until he moved in with us and slept on our couch(:
He got along with ALL of my friends, the ones he met anyways. I remember one night I had a few friends over and we sat at my dining room table until 3AM talking with my uncle about random stuff that made no sense and had NO connection to anything else we had been talking about.

He was always trying to keep things as peaceful as possible around "The Smith House".
Not a day went by that he didn't grab up the guitar and start strumming out random songs and making up lyrics as he went along, it was just habit, part of a daily routine that I grew accustomed to.
I feel like I'm trying to write a book here, only that'd be a whole lot easier than this is. God, I've never been good at writing stuff like this, but bear with me, okay?

Today is a day that will live forever in infamy for our family and family friends.
It's not something that we've had to deal with too much, the death of a close relative but it happens I suppose.
And as everyone always says, he's in a better place, right?
We'll miss and remember him forever and eternity.

For everyone who stuck by me the past couple days, thank you.
It means a lot to me, really, it does. It also helped me discover the people who'd be there for me through pretty much anything.
Emmy, Brookie, and anyone else who was texting me.
I love you guys, a lot.
<3

Thank you.
Rest in peace Uncle Ben.