Uncle Ralph

My Hero

My hero is my Uncle Ralph. He is my hero because during the time when he was in the hospital, he was strong and always made sure I knew he was going to make it. For a living, my uncle went to Church.

In a younger age range, I remember him always watching me and teaching me how to play the guitar and the piano. He is my hero because he stayed strong and I always cried for him. He earned his peace and deserved his sleep.

I am glad that his soul has gone up to a better place. Even though I don’t have him right next to me, I know that when I fall asleep at night he will be right beside me.