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.