Uncle Frank

Uncle Frank passed away. He wasn't my uncle but, rather, my sister in friend's uncle. I didn't know him well so I can't give much of a eulogy. He was 92 and had lived a long life. Though that doesn't necessarily make it easy for those who loved him. I saw him last back in January at my nephew's birthday party. By looking at him one would not have guessed that about a month later, on Valentine's Day no less, that he'd be meeting the Big Guy in the sky. (No, I don't actually think God is in the sky quite literally.) I wonder what they had to say to each other. I wonder if they even use words of some sort or if it's just thoughts and feelings and love. I guess I'm feeling mushy today.

I am sorry for those who are left behind and I'm sorry to hear of their loss. It's a painful thing to say goodbye sometimes.

I am especially sad for one man who is left behind. Sister in friend said he has no one else but his girlfriend, or is it fiance at this point? Either way, he's very much alone in the world and that's very sad. Though, it makes me grateful to have so many amazing, wonderful, beautiful, and downright awesome people in my life. Lots of friends and family too. While I've been feeling estranged from everyone lately, due to work, I know that I am not really. I will bounce back and my loved ones will still be there. I've been blessed with that and relative good health, which is another thing that neither he nor his woman have. Good enough health that I can feel the pain in my abs from the new workout I did yesterday. Because I'm healthy enough to be able to exercise like that.

To Uncle Frank, thank you for enriching the lives of my sister in friend's family as well as my own. You were pretty spry and I didn't get to know you until you were old already. But, you lived, dammit... in a way that clearly, not everyone learns how to. You did it up, up until you were 92. God bless.