When I Meet Uncle Bill
When I meet Uncle Bill
I’ll be so happy to
see him
and I’ll tell him how Dad
used to always talk
about him,
how they would hunt
and fish together.
I’ll tell him that when Dad had Alzheimer’s
he’d talk to me as if
I was his brother Bill.
I’ll tell Uncle Bill, “When
Dad
was fighting in the Philippines
and heard you were
killed in France,
Dad wrote an encouraging
letter to your mother
saying that you wouldn’t
want her to worry
that it was your duty
and no matter how tough
you’d do it. It was
the way you were.”
When I meet Uncle Bill,
I’ll tell him I missed
knowing him.
Missed having his wife
as an aunt
and his children as my
cousins.
Missed seeing him and
Dad laughing together.
When I meet Uncle Bill,
I’ll thank him and
give him a big hug.
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