Lets Just Watch It Wander

Dear Uncle Tim

Dear Uncle Tim,

It seems to hurt less now, the thought of you being gone, though I feel the same pain. The funeral is a blur in my head, yet I can see the headstone so clearly, one I thought I wouldn't see at the age of twelve. I never got to love you and couldn't tell stories because of the women that kept you from me. The women who told me that you were a bad man, but I knew you loved her, and I could see it in your eyes. She just didn't love you back and thats what angers me the most that you exhaled your last breath thinking about her, you died because of her. She killed you. She might as well stabbed you because you died of a broken heart. It took hours before anyone even knew you were dead, hours before I knew you were dead. I never got to say goodbye, I said see you later and the next time I saw you, you were laying there motionless covered in makeup and flowers. So I'm sorry I was kept from knowing you and your great personality. I am sorry that your heart was so broken you left two children behind. You did not deserve this, she did not deserve you. So i'm sorry.