Personal Writing: My Uncle On a hot day in the Summer time, my uncle died in the hospital in Truman, in the town which he had grown up in. My uncle was a common man who spent his days working , in a little hardware store which he had worked in for nearly 34 years, fishing, and keeping up on his garden.The day he died was a day in which he would of usually spent relaxing, fishing, and drifting of in to his own world, but on this day he drifted away into a new place which he had never been. My uncle's time had come and gone and he was now adventuring into new places that hopefully would be as good to him as life was. I felt deeply sorri