|Over things like that you had no control,
A rock set in motion will continue to roll,
No matter how hard you tug and heave,
You were always pushed and forced to leave.
Then one day you never returned,
My tears so hot they almost burned,
Aware now about what I lack,
But crying and mourning wont bring you back.
Well, my uncle's body was found on the anniversary of Maria's suicide. Fate is very cruel.