Rest in peace. I love you. 

Milton was the best uncle a young boy could ask for. I remember sitting on the motorcycle, gripping onto the gas tank while he took me out for long rides all through the trails at the end of our road. The trails were gnarly too, this wasn't just a leisurely cruise. Stretches of sand, huge roots, hills, mud and ruts, the whole nine yards. Nerves, excitement, and all those feelings as we weaved our way through the woods. He would take me out for motorcycle rides all the time. He would even let go of the handlebars occasionally so I could drive. That was so much fun and some of my best early childhood memories. He even surprised me one time by picking up an old mini dirt bike that we were going to try to fix together. We never got it going but it didn't matter. It was really cool of him to think of me and spend time with me. Love ya Uncle Milton.