To my closest and favorite uncle. We did everything together like twins. We went everywhere together and loved spending holidays together, especially Christmas. We would play on Christmas, making sure to get the same toy in the same color. If we didn't, we'd cry. Every time we got together, we got in trouble, but Grandma couldn't bear to punish us. Instead, she told us to hug and say I love you. You would say, “Twana, you’re my beautiful niece,” and I'd say, “Uncle Tony, you’re my handsome uncle.” We would laugh. I'll miss hearing you talk about our ages. You’d say, “Twana, in January you will be my age; we will be the same age until I pass you in May.” Uncle Tony, you are my angel. Take care of Grandma for me. I love you both. Love, your favorite niece Twana
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Wednesday, December 24, 2025
Memories
To my closest and favorite uncle. We did everything together like twins. We went everywhere together and loved spending holidays together, especially Christmas. We would play on Christmas, making sure to get the same toy in the same color. If we didn't, we'd cry. Every time we got together, we got in trouble, but Grandma couldn't bear to punish us. Instead, she told us to hug and say I love you. You would say, “Twana, you’re my beautiful niece,” and I'd say, “Uncle Tony, you’re my handsome uncle.” We would laugh. I'll miss hearing you talk about our ages. You’d say, “Twana, in January you will be my age; we will be the same age until I pass you in May.” Uncle Tony, you are my angel. Take care of Grandma for me. I love you both. Love, your favorite niece Twana
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