I saw my aunt yesterday. She still grieves for him. I know this. I know the pain never leaves after you lose a loved one. Some days are better, but they are never easy. Seeing her reminded me of this. And of his art.
I need to appreciate the loved ones I have now.
Forgive me for leaving my normal tempo and narrative form. Today, I write for my Uncle. And, in that vain, I submit this poem:
All night long.
To go back.
Jim R. Huffman