Rest In Peace

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)

 

Tonight, around 11pm, we found out that our Uncle Sonny (My Dad’s older brother) died. He had a massive heart attack.

I’m in complete shock…. not because he died… but because you never expect it to be tonight.

He lived in Woodbine trailer park for most of my life. He lived there with my -also passed- Aunt Eve…. Going to their house was like going to a theme park! It was absolutely incredible!

They were ‘collectors’…. they collected everything. Here are some of the collections they had:

-Care Bear stuffed animals (all of the care bears!)

-Disney movies (also all of them)

-Thumbells

-Bells made out of fine china

-Silver Spoons

-Salt and Pepper shakers

-Cookie Jars

-Lawn Gnomes

&

-MacDonald’s “Happy Meal” toys

…I know there were other collections… but those are the ones I fondly remember.

The last time I saw my Uncle, he came down to visit for a week.  One night, He decided that the family was going to go to the Casino and spend some money (I didn’t go because I had to work the next morning). Anyways, after a couple drinks, he went and got ready to head out.

well…. he came out of the bedroom…    and he was wearing: a black top hat, a bright red dress shirt, a black tie, a black suit blazer and dress pants, and had a “pimp daddy” walking cane.

It honestly looked like he walked off a ‘italian gangster’ movie set, from the 1950s.

When I close my eyes, that’s what I see….

and I smile.

My Uncle was soooo charismatic…and he will always be my “Unck-ie Sonny”,

                    and he will be extremely missed.

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.”

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