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Saturday, June 30th, 2018, Mike Gentry, age 48, passed away at 10:22 P.M. at Community Hospital. A loving grandfather to his family has passed away from a 8 year battle of cancer.
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"..Mike... I.... I miss you so much, i wish you would've won the fight.
There was so much i wanted to learn from you.
Now the chance has expired.
I stood for hours, trying to talk, but no words came out.
I couldn't let go of your ice cold hand, it hurts to see you gone.
I wish I could've went inside to the funeral, but watching you go at the hospital was apparently all I could take.
There's so much art I wanted to show you before you went, but I guess I was too late.
You were supposed to teach me how to airbrush, I can still learn, that chance isn't void yet.
I'm sorry for not going inside to watch the funeral and see you one last time, I just couldn't handle the pain from the moment you fell into a pain free world of your own at the hospital.
Please, watch over me and pass your talent onto me, I don't want to fail you or my family by not passing on our tradition.
I promise you i'll learn it.
The flashback of you passing shall be taken over by all the memories I've had with you. Even though it still haunts me, I swear I won't let it affect me.
Yeah I know it'll take time to fade out, but deep inside, I know i'll never get used to it.
Please, watch over all of us.
And one last thing, rock on in your world, Everyone, even Berlin, who was barking and howling, will rock on with you, no matter what.
Everyone will.
Rock on Mike.
Were rooting for you."
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".....Mike...I don't wanna let go" Mike's pulse goes down to 85, his grip on my hand loosens. I close my eyes and cry. 72. 65. 53. 42. 31. 20. 18. 10. 5. 0. His grip was gone. "-! ..M-Mike..? M-Mike?... Mike?!" I broke into tears. He finally passed. He was already rocking as he went. At least he went happy.
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This was a vent paint that took...2 or 3 hours. It's dedicated to my granddad Mike. He wasn't able to make it. I miss him so much. I wish he was still here.

Rock on Mike, I'll still be here, making art for you. You're gonna even be in an animation meme! I hope you can see it in Heaven.

Description
Saturday, June 30th, 2018, Mike Gentry, age 48, passed away at 10:22 P.M. at Community Hospital. A loving grandfather to his family has passed away from a 8 year battle of cancer.
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"..Mike... I.... I miss you so much, i wish you would've won the fight.
There was so much i wanted to learn from you.
Now the chance has expired.
I stood for hours, trying to talk, but no words came out.
I couldn't let go of your ice cold hand, it hurts to see you gone.
I wish I could've went inside to the funeral, but watching you go at the hospital was apparently all I could take.
There's so much art I wanted to show you before you went, but I guess I was too late.
You were supposed to teach me how to airbrush, I can still learn, that chance isn't void yet.
I'm sorry for not going inside to watch the funeral and see you one last time, I just couldn't handle the pain from the moment you fell into a pain free world of your own at the hospital.
Please, watch over me and pass your talent onto me, I don't want to fail you or my family by not passing on our tradition.
I promise you i'll learn it.
The flashback of you passing shall be taken over by all the memories I've had with you. Even though it still haunts me, I swear I won't let it affect me.
Yeah I know it'll take time to fade out, but deep inside, I know i'll never get used to it.
Please, watch over all of us.
And one last thing, rock on in your world, Everyone, even Berlin, who was barking and howling, will rock on with you, no matter what.
Everyone will.
Rock on Mike.
Were rooting for you."
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".....Mike...I don't wanna let go" Mike's pulse goes down to 85, his grip on my hand loosens. I close my eyes and cry. 72. 65. 53. 42. 31. 20. 18. 10. 5. 0. His grip was gone. "-! ..M-Mike..? M-Mike?... Mike?!" I broke into tears. He finally passed. He was already rocking as he went. At least he went happy.
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This was a vent paint that took...2 or 3 hours. It's dedicated to my granddad Mike. He wasn't able to make it. I miss him so much. I wish he was still here.

Rock on Mike, I'll still be here, making art for you. You're gonna even be in an animation meme! I hope you can see it in Heaven.