Uncle Ernie, how do I describe the years I got to know you?
Do I start with the moment I was born?
The first twenty dollar bill you gave me on Christmas Eve? (and thank you for that by the way)
Maybe I’ll start with a funny memory? You’re 90th Birthday party.
The marble cake from the Italian Bakery you loved oh so dearly which was splattered over my dear cousin and you’re son.
Maybe the time we went to that run-down diner.
I can’t remember what I ordered but I still can see
your smiling face sitting there
next to me,
and me there,
next to you
Trying the mysterious black Bacalhau for the first time
Or my fondest memory roasting chestnuts outside in the freezing cold
                                             
That was the last time I saw you, well at least when you were alive
Before that day at Chardonnay's my horizons were the colors of the rainbow,
but then they were grey
for
a really long time.
I feel a pain in my stomach writing this right now.

Now I hope you know how much I loved you before

you
left
into
the
abyss...