Uncle Artie, It has been almost two years since you passed away. I now work back at the police station. They put a picture of you on the wall in the briefing room. Now every night before I hit the street, I touch it hoping you will protect me. I miss your laugh and the way you would pick on us. You were the best! Now everybody talks about the times they had with you at the station. I can help but to fight back the tears. Everyday I carry you with me as I Go on the street. I hope you are proud of me and all that I have accomplished in the past two years. Daddy is still taking it hard since you past. You were his favorite brother. He misses you the most. I LOVE YOU UNCLE ARTIE!

MICHAEL DAVIS

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