Today is/was his birthday. Had he lived to see the day, he would have turned 30 today.
Where would he be now had he lived? What would he be doing?
A life unlived.
He passed away 15 years ago.
Such a long time ago, yet feels like yesterday.
I would like my children to know that they had an uncle, but would it mean anything to them? What use is talking about someone who has never existed in their life time? What would I say anyways? “You had a wonderful uncle, whom I wish you guys could have met, but alas, he passed away before you were even born.”
So I don’t say anything. I don’t say anything to anyone. I write it here, because I want to share. Silence hurts. But talking about it hurts even more.
I want to say something meaningful about him, but everything sounds so cliché… “He was a great kid: smart, witty, handsome, popular…” What’s the point? Useless, empty words… Silence remains.
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He walked out of our lives
There is so much to tell
Yet there is no one on the receiving end
And no hope as well
–at least not on this plane
Only in death.
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His life unlived
While I keep on breathing
It’s just not fair
But maybe he’s doing much better
Than myself down here.
Have fun up there, my dear.
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