DEATH

Death is too surreal when your not faced with it. I’ve come to know now that it is uncomfortable and awkward. There is empty conversations, pitiful smiles and lots of junk food.

Just hanging around and feeling sorry for each other.

Too many “I could have done more” like phrases on repeat. There is copious tears, silences and hugs are endless. Days get longer, harder. 

I stare at your photo and feel nothing but sadness. Wishing for a happy ending, wishing you’d come home to us. But that’s just not true. I will forever miss you. I love you Uncy.