Noel Henderson
February 3rd, 2009
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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Kirida Says:
Peggy Dolane Says:
…hahaha just joking 
…nice post 