Fragments of conversations
the stories you shared..
scattered pieces of our lives
that were ours alone.
It rained heavily the night before.
The kind of rain that you know won't ever stop.
You said it wasn't so much the rain
but the mud that seemed to want the boots from your feet.
Hey, my flowers were delivered on time.
At least they enjoyed the rain.
The grass is growing in ever so slowly.
The bleakness had been overwhelming.
Not that grass can overcome the bleakness of this entire ordeal.
I know you aren't there.
I walked toward the tree line.
You love the changing colors in the fall.
You know I'll be back.
Back when the mud doesn't seem to be
trying to suck the very soul out of me.
Author notes
Purple heart, arm com MV with OLC.
Wounded 3 times in VietNam.
The man who stepped up to raise me when my parents died.
My uncle, My Hero.
Felled by a massive heart attack in March at age 59.
Comments
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what a beautiful testimony to such a awesome person. im sorry your uncle left his body so soon. he was a hero for our country and he was your personal hero who stepped in to raise you, he touched your life and will always be part of you. i think he did a great job raising you
You love the changing colors in the fall.
You know I'll be back.
i think well all be together in heaven someday
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Poignant
I like this a lot. I like the juxtaposition of the mud sucking at your boots, sucking at your soul. I happen to know the backstory here, but you might want to put something in your author's notes to give the setting.
I'm glad you went, and glad you'll go back.
~Epistomolus
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