Last week I had the best intentions
to wake, bathe, write, eat, wander
I can’t remember where I was
when life interrupted.

There was a death. Again.
My eldest uncle died.
He was 6’8″ tall, in his 80’s
A lifetime of alcohol, music, art and heartache.

He was tired. Refusing treatment
for a hernia and a spot on his lung
He grew thinner and thinner
until there was nothing left.

All I have is the memory
of the giant, my uncle, the artist.

hands
His long fingers were photographed the last time I saw him in September.

 

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