What Could Have Been
Normally on a Saturday (or Sunday as it happens to be), I would be typing away, much like I am now, about my Thursday night at Lena's -- what I played, anything interesting from the night, etc.
Unfortunately, however, I didn't attend open mic this past week, because I received a phone call from my dad just as I was about to grab my guitar case and start the car.
It was one of those phone calls that stop you from doing whatever it is you were planning on doing and go to see your dad instead. You see, he told me that my uncle Bill had died earlier that day. He was 51 and had a heart attack.
My uncle, like most of my dad's side of the family, lived in Florida for much of the time that I knew him. He came to visit often when I was younger and less so as I grew older. We visited him and all Florida family on occasion.
The last time I saw him was when he was up with his wife for a ski-trip. That was at least five years ago, if not more. The time that I saw him before that was back in the 90s.
I liked my uncle Bill. He was artistic, and as such, had wonderful handwriting. I used to like to get cards from him just to see his letters. He was also shy; a little quiet. Soft-spoken-ish.
Anyways, I gave my dad a ride to the airport yesterday. He was planning a trip to Florida for next week, at which point, he was going to see his brother for a bit.
He had to leave early for the funeral. He still gets to see his brother -- but not the way he intended to.
Unfortunately, however, I didn't attend open mic this past week, because I received a phone call from my dad just as I was about to grab my guitar case and start the car.
It was one of those phone calls that stop you from doing whatever it is you were planning on doing and go to see your dad instead. You see, he told me that my uncle Bill had died earlier that day. He was 51 and had a heart attack.
My uncle, like most of my dad's side of the family, lived in Florida for much of the time that I knew him. He came to visit often when I was younger and less so as I grew older. We visited him and all Florida family on occasion.
The last time I saw him was when he was up with his wife for a ski-trip. That was at least five years ago, if not more. The time that I saw him before that was back in the 90s.
I liked my uncle Bill. He was artistic, and as such, had wonderful handwriting. I used to like to get cards from him just to see his letters. He was also shy; a little quiet. Soft-spoken-ish.
Anyways, I gave my dad a ride to the airport yesterday. He was planning a trip to Florida for next week, at which point, he was going to see his brother for a bit.
He had to leave early for the funeral. He still gets to see his brother -- but not the way he intended to.