Uncle Dan, Goodbye
So my uncle died. I didn't go to his wake or his funeral. I was away. I can't deal with the death. It's gotten harder and harder for me to deal with death since my father died. I just don't really want to see anymore of my family members gone. I know it is inevitable... but it's just too much.
I talked to him before I left the country for business. I told him that I loved him and that I respected him for fighting his demons. He told me that he was making his peace. That it was tough, but that he understood the situation.
I'm glad I got to meet my uncle. He had gotten himself sober for a few years before his illnesses. It was like I was meeting him for the first time. He was a nice guy. When my dad died I told him how much him being sober meant to me. I hugged him and he hugged me back. He later slipped back into drinking. In my mind though he had done something monumental. I don' think anyone thought that he would be able to conquer that demon. I didn't think that we would be able to, but he did. It was a huge inspiration to me. It wasn't the only time he was able to give up drinking for an extended period of time, but it was the one that touched me the most. I love my uncle. I respected him. I'll miss him a lot.
He was an intelligent man. A dark soul with a cloud over him like a gloomy day. It was kind of poetic though. He was a well read person. He wrote, though I have never seen his writing. He was a great guitar player. I think he was the first person that ever played guitar live in front of me. He impressed me, but I don't know if he ever knew. I loved him, I think he knew. I told him a few times. It's just sort of hitting me now that I will never be able to talk to him again. I hope that he is with my dad where ever they are... I hope that he tells my dad that I cried for him when he was gone. I hope my uncle knows that I'm crying for him now. I hope that he tells my dad I love him. I hope that my uncle has his hand back and is sit around a fire somewhere with my dad. I hope they are smoking a joint and playing the guitar, and enjoying themselves. I miss them both. I hope they are both happy where they are.
Someday hopefully many years from now I can join them, and tell them the stories of the things they will miss out on since they have been gone. I hope my uncle's kids will have the same opportunity. I hope the stories that we have to tell them are happy, filled with the laughter of children and the smiles of loved ones. It's so damned hard having another family member leave. It's so hard knowing that I can't walk down the street and see him over gramma's house reading the paper on a weekend.
Uncle Dan,
I respect you and love you, and I'll miss you greatly. You were a good guy. You were a hot shit. Tell my dad I said hi. The family sends their love with you.
Your loving Nephew,
Mike