In Which A Light Goes Out

Greetings, Gentle Reader. I just received some news.

My Uncle George, my favourite uncle, passed away today. In many ways, he was my hero. He always had some mental problems, and Vietnam didn’t help; the drugs didn’t either. Nonetheless, through it all, he knew who he was, and was bursting with life.

When I talk about my uncle who kept monkeys? That was him.

Monkeys

When I talk about my uncle who got in a dirt bike accident at sixty-three years old, because he was running from his a bill collector – even though he had the money to pay him? Then he flipped the bike on an exposed root, because he was careening through the forest? And four months later – despite having broken his neck – he was fine? Uncle George.

When I talk about the time my uncle tried to buy an elephant, as to draw people into his craft-brewery?

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Or about his twenty-year-old girlfriend who did naked cartwheels that Christmas? The uncle who kept my family afloat when my dad lay dying? That magnificent, batshit, generous man was my Uncle George.

The world is diminished, lesser, without him.

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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6 Responses to In Which A Light Goes Out

  1. Bernie says:

    Sorry to hear that Tyler.

  2. Karen Eggers says:

    So sorry Tyler….If you need anything, please let me know

  3. mousegoddess says:

    *glomps* love you man.

  4. paisleyglen says:

    Thank you, everyone.

  5. ekgo says:

    More than six months later, this is still sad. Yet, I hope to hear more of Uncle George’s exploits as time passes because it’s sort of up to you, now, to keep him alive. Right?

  6. Tyler J. Yoder says:

    Thanks, Erica. I absolutely feel that way. I do my best to keep all my dead alive, in memory.

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