and with time going so go the people. This evening I learned my Uncle Ishmael left us at 10:30 a.m. this morning. I could see him strong and in control, fighting illness, trying to survive, enjoying this earth as much as any human I've ever seen. He had so much to give, so much to tell, and gone! His son Richard, my cousin, called me when I got home. He said he lost his best friend, his best supporter, and now he is feeling the cold draft of death as he did when his mom left them.
Hold on to those memories Richard, for this is what we are left with - - pictures in our memory; stories, love they heaped on us and we heaped back. Tonight though, weep, for joy comes in the morning.
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