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  • If you asked me about my uncle, I honestly couldn’t tell you much. We were similar in so much ways, but we came from two completely different places. I lived out in Redshirt with my a family, and he lived in Oglala with his family. We had the same blood in us, yet we lived in two completely different worlds. I couldn’t tell you exact details about that night my uncle was killed, for I was only a young boy. It was a dark and quite night, I went to bed my usual time. All was normal and nothing was out of the ordinary. Everything quickly and drastically changed, the phone rang, my parents answered the call. I layed there thinking it was just another drunk calling the house late at night. I brushed it off and rested my head again. Within moments my parents had gotten dressed, this time my aunty was standing along side them. They only told me that they were going to the hospital for my uncle, and that my aunty was going to stay and watch me. Over the next couple of days my parents broke the news to me, my uncle had been killed in an hit and run car accident.
    The wake and funeral were scheduled and it was a very chaotic week, its always chaotic when a family member dies. Everything went as scheduled, along with the occasional last minute time changes, or "Indian time" as some would call it. Finally the funeral was coming to its end, the last viewing had just began and my family allowed me to walk through the line. As I shuffled through the line slowly I seen my lifeless uncle laying in his casket. Half his face was bruised, and it was hard to recognize him. Inside his casket read a sign that said please do not touch Stu's face. I hugged my mourning family members and seen my grandma's face before the casket was closed. She was in so much pain and disbelief, almost terrified looking in a way. My grandma hugged my uncle for the last time, and I had seen him for the last time.
    My uncle died at a very young age and in a very tragic way. Although I remember little about him, I will never forget how he made others including myself feel. Before his death I didn’t think something like this was likely to happen in my family, but I guess you really never expect it. And when it does happen, it changes your perspective on life. It opens your eyes, and makes you realize how fortunate we are. The image of my lifeless uncle has always stayed with me. I haven’t forgot it yet, and I most likely never will.
    I am now 17 years old going on 18 this summer, and I am very thankful that our Creator, Tunkasila, has given me a chance to live past my uncles age. I am very thankful for my friends, my family, and anyone who has changed my life in some way. Whether it was in a good way or bad way. Unfortunately my uncle Stu was taken from us at a very young age, he is gone but will he never be forgotten. Because of my uncle Stu’s death, I understand that we must live in honor of those who were not given the chance to live out there life.
    R.I.P Stu Elliot Sits Poor
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