My cousin called this afternoon to inform me that our Uncle Kenny passed away. During the same conversation, she also asked me to help clean his apartment and pack some his belongings. A few hours later, we arrived at Kenny's apartment, and I saw this photograph taped to the wall . The picture shows my father and me sitting at the drum with Uncle Hank - a beautiful memory from a happier time.
Today would have been my father's 67th birthday. For me, the wound of grief is re-opened, but perhaps somewhere in the unseen world, my father and his brother Kenny are in the midst of a joyful reunion.