more caring
than i could ever be
more man
than i ever will be
he taught me
chess
he encouraged me
to write
he loved
he cared
he sent mcdonalds
coupons every christmas
and birthday
he took me to disneyland
and i forgot him
and i was a ghost.
and
he loved
and he cared
and he was slumped
in his cubicle
when
they found him
and he was so pale
laying dead
in the emergency room
and i was in shock
and when i put my hand on his
shoulder
before they rolled
him away
i felt like a ghost
and i don't know
how to deal with this
and he was my uncle
and christ
it hurts
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i am going to ask what this is about.
what is this about?
My uncle died unexpectedly the other day. I have regrets that I grew away from him in my adult years. I wish I could have spent more time with him. I wrote this after seeing him in the er and after a bottle of wine. I was a mess for a night. But I'm much better now. I'm collected. This poem and my wine was me dealing with it.
Cousin B, This is Jake. I feel your pain, as we all miss him. He was the best uncle in the world, and that is an extreme understatement. He was going to take Ireland for her Disneyland trip in June. I too, received my annual Mickey D's card every year and quarterly magazine from his work. I have seen a lot of death in my line of work, and it can be hard, but I this is the first time it has actually affected me. I am just glad my dad and your mom got to see him in good spirits one last time before he was gone.
Yea good spirits deffinatly describes him.
Didn't know you blog.
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Beautiful. Your words radiate emotion. I think sometimes that's all anyone can do to just live.
Thank you
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