uncle johnnie loved the rain

[etoiline]

which is fitting, I suppose, because it rained during his funeral. Today, I cried. Hot tears that hurt as the forced their way past my lashes. Too many people were hurting to not be empathetic. My mom was shaking so hard I was scared something would happen to her. And Nick...he just stands there like a talk dark shape and just looks heartsick. I can't even imagine how Aunt Roberta feels, with her empty bed.

But I know he was loved. The visitation last night lasted four hours and it had to. There were people there the whole time. Nick's friends from school came. Old teachers came. Friends from his work. From his older work. He touched so many lives.

I believe...that my life's gonna see...the love I give...returned to me...

and you know how strong emotion can lead to excessive creativity?

What's the weather like in heaven?
I bet it's always perfect.
Down here it's raining.
But you loved the rain, so maybe that's perfect too.

I hope one day to meet you there, and we'll have more to talk about than the weather.
of coures, to be talking to you at all would be all I need.

I can't check the weather in heaven--
but I hope you can see the stars.
Keep an eye on our weather.
you know it likes to change.
and wehn the sun comes out again,
we'll know you're smiling at us.


I think I'll go play in the rain.


I miss you, Uncle Johnnie. We all do.

x-posted at my journal whenever my host feels like being up again.

Comments

[stardevi.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry, love. If you ever need a thing, an outlet or anything, just drop me a line. *hug*

[supergirlhero.livejournal.com]

My condolences to you and your family hun *hug*