Today i write to all of you as if i was in group again because I feel you are the only ones who would understand,My fathers best friend in life was a man named Joseph John Berry.I have known him since I was a small child,me and his children grew up together and spent almost everyday with eachother,I was very fond of this man, He in many ways was an role model for me, he always took me in his arms and told me he loved me,even when I was hyper and misbehaving he never placed judgement on me and saw me for who I really was, I admired him because he became so succesful in the financial world over the years but never changed.He always remained kind and giving and never basked in the glory of money or fame but gave unto others,When i was sick and in the hospital he would get up at 4 in the morning and visit me with my father before going to work one morning I remember pretending to be asleep when he kissed me on the head and whispered I love you so much,Kids destroyed that relationship wth my family and his,because he drank with my father when my dad drank, but when my dad stopped he was the friend who stood by dad and still loved him,after I got out of kids my father lost his job and gave up on life and yet this man still loved my father and loved me and my family, when i was in acting class at weist barron in 1999 my professor asked me when I become a succes who do I want to be like,They all were expecting me to answer a movie star but I answered him, the look on the classes face was priceless,I always admired him even through the years that our familys were apart,Today he has been dead for two years and the pain won't go away, I tried to thank god for all the good memories but I remember all the bad ones to, how Kids destroyed a story in the making,how Kids took me away from my uncle Joe,I know I am just going on and on but I feel so fucking empty and hopless half the time and my anger won't go away I stood in ground zero looking for him and never did,I can only pray that I can go on and find a way to make peace with this, Miller Newton you will never be one tenth of what this man was and when you go to meet God you will not be missed by me,you took so much from me this is one of those things, I don't blame people for my whole life but I blame you for this,not his death but the man you pushed out of my familys life,The small boy I was died when you came into it,in the name of my Uncle Joe the man in me is not dead yet, I love you uncle Joe and miss you so much, If heaven is real I know you are there with the lord, watch over me and my fellow people from kids,they all would have liked you,
