He wasn't normal in my 9 year old eyes

(ok I don't care if this doesn't sound good..I'm crying my eyes out right now..and I need to let my emotions out)


I'm crying because
Of the last thing I did
Before my Uncle John died
He only had 3 fingers on each hand
From where he worked
And he died when I was 9
So I didn't fully understand
And the last thing I did
Was when he tried to hand me something
I looked at his hands
And then into his eyes
And I made a face
Like he was a monster!!
I looked at him like he wasn't a human!!!
Like he didn't belong!!
And that's the last day I saw him
Alive at least
Because 5 days later he died
And the last memory he had of me
Was my face
Looking at him like that
I feel horrible
And I will be haunted by this forever
I can't believe I did that
And I never talked to him
For I was shy
And he wasn't "normal"
In my 9 year old eyes
And yet
On January 21st 2000
The day he died
I cried for 3 hours!
And then 3 after that
We never spoke
Never talked
And yet I cried my heart out
For that is a day I will never forget