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