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Kind of avoided thinking about it much since I found out today but it does sadden me a great deal.
I know I am getting older because in the last few years most the adults I have known when I was a kid are gone. It's like an eraser has crept into the photo albums of my mind and wiped away my past.
Yeah, I still remember it - but it's not quite as fun as living it with the people. Cook outs, shooting the shit, phone calls, reunions, etc.
Most the people I spent doing my life with those things are gone.
I do indeed have a wonderful wife and child, brother, sister, in-laws, nieces and nephews all still here to enjoy my life with, which makes me a happy man.
But still, the younger part of my soul remembers a happy childhood, not having the worries I do now, and the people who were all a part of that are mostly gone, and the ones I have now did not exist (most of them) at that time in my life. A living part of who I was has been tied to the connections I had, even if I did not interact with them much I knew they were there - like an anchor to a point in time.
As the anchor lifts and drift further into this life I tell those who have gone on before me - thanks for the memories, and I'll see you all on the other side.
Uncle Bill was 76. He was in some way or other a part of my life for 41 years. I did not see him much as an adult, didn't call or hang out with him, but he was part of the old guard - mom's sister's husband (Aunt Nancy is still alive). He was family. And he will be missed by those who knew him.
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