I know that I'm being shockingly prolific today. It's just the mood, I guess.
20 years ago today, we buried my beloved Uncle. He died at the age of 33 of an alcohol overdose- either intentional, or not- we'll never know. My dad was the one who found him. I'll miss him until the day I die- he was one of my favorite people on the planet, despite being totally screwed up in many ways. He was funny, smart, and very kind. I was always afraid of not lasting past my 33rd year- call it silly superstition. Obviously I did.
We returned from the cemetary and saw that the Challenger had blown up. It was a universal shitty day.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment