Gone from this life but not from my thoughts.

This is the life that my uncle lived. It is sad how his life was taken away. I hope he is in heaven.......

When I was a child, I had a best friend.

He told me lots of stories and my uncle he was.

he spoke in a Mexican accent and had never visited that country before.

Wise in his own way, knew life better than most.

 

He spoke of a story.

Of man who wanted to carry a lighter cross.

This cross was his troubles.  

 

He was given a chance to exchange his cross to a lighter one.

The man set his cross down and weighed every single one of the others.

None of them were as light as his.

He picked his cross up again and walked away amazed.

 

My uncle found love.

From that love he then created kids.

Problems soon arose.

His heart was torn to shreds.

 

Discipline was always by his side.

He was sober every Monday morning and

every Friday night would begin to drink nonstop.

He didn’t stop until Sunday night arrived.

Was sober Monday morning to begin work once again.

He drank his pains away every weekend until the end.

Week after week this was his life.

 

He was an alcoholic but one with knowledge and pride.

He lived a very happy life.

A plain life he lived but at the end a good life.

 

He would always surprise us with a present. 

A candy or anything he could provide.

He was always there when we needed him.

He loved his life and loved us.

 

I clenched my claws and snarl bared my fangs.

For, I had never felt so much pain in my life.

As when, he was gone from this life.

His nephew took his life away with a knife.

 

The reason, for his nephew’s doings are unknown to me to this day.

I hope you are in heaven, a place for your rest.

I hope your nephew pays with pain.

For the sin that he made, I will never forgive or forget.

Author's Note

I apologize in advance if my writing is not at the standards of most. As I have stated before. I am new in this site. If I made mistakes please let me know. I would like to become a better writer. Thanks and hope you like it.

Reviews

[A]

Oh wow! Your uncle sounds like quite the man. Even if he was an alcoholic it seems as though he knew when to not let it interfer with his general life. How he died is so tragic, so sad, and I coudln't imagine losing someone to murder. Exspeically if the murderer is a family member. This piece was so heartfelt and good. Great piece! :)

[Jennifer Mogg]

I read a couple of your pieces of writing. But I liked this one the most, reason being I found it the most touching. Your uncle sounded wonderful, yes he may have been an alcoholic, but that fact that he was responsible enough to hold up a job the way he did is more than I can say more most others in the same situations. I'm sorry for your loss.

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Sounds like your Uncle liked to drink but was responsible and intelligent.. clearly the loss of his life really impacted you.. as you can see through your feelings for him and his sad ending. This story was so surreal and realistic all in one.. I can't imagine what that must have felt like for you.. to lose someone in such a traumatic way.. you leave a high tribute here for him.. I think it would make him proud to have such high respect paid for him.. great work here.. well written with emotions blazing through this.

[Krazy On The Outside]

I really like the story in here.
It's amazing that he could do that, drink on the weekends but stpo for the weekdays.
I think you should work on keeping your syllables closer togethe. This peice is fine without. Just for the future, it helps make the flow better if the match up.
I can't really find anything wrong with it.
Amazing work! =)
-Krazy On The Outside.

[Theresa]

Heartfelt and touching. To me it's amazing that he was a man who would drink his pain away during the weekend but manage to stay sober during the week. It's obvious he knew he had responsibilities and put them above his pain. It's nice how you remember the good times with him. I think losing someone is the hardest thing a person has to endure. A great piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good story. We need to remember people who were kind to us. A excellent poem.
Coyote