Noel Henderson
Around noon yesterday I was reading my email while eating lunch,
And texting my friend Joel to make plans to hang out.
I took a quick walk down the block with a friend to get some fresh air,
And to bask in the sun.
I can remember thinking about was how lucky I was.
How lucky I am.
Around that same time, my Uncle Noel passed away.
He was in his 90′s.
My cousin told me that he died peacefully,
Of natural causes,
Asleep in a warm bed,
And not alone.
I keep hoping the tears will come.
But they wont.
I keep thinking of that brown recliner that he lived in,
Ate in,
Slept in.
Where he read paperback books,
In order to escape the mediocrity of life.
I keep thinking of his green plastic cup,
Which was the right size,
For a 32 oz bloody mary.
He called it the breakfast of champions.
And I believed him.
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I’m sorry, Giyen. Life is complicated; death, sometimes even moreso.
Giyen, I’m sorry for your loss. Your uncle sounds like he was a great man and I’m sure he would have been touched that you shared such wonderful memories of him.
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One hug for Giyen. Long one.
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So sorry to hear about your loss. He sounds like a wonderful man. HUGS.
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My thoughts are with you.
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That’s a beautiful post, very poetic and right.
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I’m really not sure how to respond to this. I’m familiar with losing a relative, and I know that no amount of verbal comfort or sympathy can really make up for the loss. However, I still offer my condolences. =(
Beautiful poem, a tribute that shares a glimpse into his spirit with people, like me, who never knew him. Your love for him shines for all of us to see. You have my sympathy.
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…hahaha just joking 
…nice post 