Today was a pretty good day. It was nice and rainy, Clarice and I went for a nice lunch and then a nice dinner. We even got to take a nice nap in the afternoon and we chilled out watching Filthy Frank and Joji evolutions heh.
But somewhat suddenly, I saw a picture of someone who looked like an uncle I had, that passed away suddenly last year. I saw the picture and I was thinking through when the next time I might see him. And then I remembered that he passed.
He was a nice guy, very smiley around me. Whenever we had caught up at the different family reunions, he would say hi. He was roundish, not slim, and had a certain look in his eye. It felt like he always was thinking about something, but would always offer you the time if you said hi.
I didn’t have too much time with him, but it was sad to think that I won’t be able to catch up with him ever again. Or at least not in this lifetime.
That sadness really hit, like accidentally poking my finger with a staple sticking out of a stack of paper. My heart felt that prick, and it hurt for that bit, to remember the loss.
It didn’t spoil the day in any way. But it just hurt a little. That prick of sadness.
Take care Uncle Kevin. I hope you’re having a chill time with God.