It seems that death has been following me around recently. And yet I feel so far detached from it.
I have just heard that my uncle, Uncle Dave, has passed away. On the one hand I feel relief, because it always seemed like he struggled with life, he lived alone for most of it, and rarely spent time with family. But on the other hand, I feel a deep sadness that he died without loved ones around, to comfort him.
He was a talented man, and there wasn’t a mean bone in his body. Though seemingly odd to most, those few of us who knew him well, knew him to be a kind, loving, gentle man, with an eye for the arts. He could draw an exact likeness of you from memory, within minutes.
Rest In Piece Uncle Dave, you will be sorely missed. I am sorry we weren’t closer.