I got a call today from my dear old father. It turns out that my beloved uncle, one of the few people I've ever deeply admired, decided to 86 himself over the weekend. The details are sparse. Regardless, it's a tragic situation. I really don't know what to say about it. I don't think I've ever felt this way. I've dealt with death in my family before, but never a suicide. So unexpected. So dark.
However,
in these dark times,
in honor of the disparate soul,
I'm choosing to remember the wonderful man who gave
an awkward 13 year old his first electric guitar.
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