Uncle Blue

No idea what to say or where to start

You left us high and dry in cold November blue, when leaves get wet and heavy like feelings... Rest easy. Rest peaceful now.

Now we have to rummage through a shoe box full of memories and piece it all together...

No idea who you are or who you were

You left on these spontaneous trips around the globe, trekking through piles of forgotten souls, but we never knew where you'd end up... We never knew much at all.

Now we have to divide your dreams and begin to ask questions about your character... None of this is easy.

You left us in that cold November blue, when the leaves get wet and heavy like feelings... Rest easy again. Rest peaceful now. Grief and misunderatsning are for the living. We'll miss parts of you. Rest your weary bones.