tough

he was the only son to his mother. he was the only brother to his three sisters. he was an incredible uncle to six cousins. i miss him daily. march 7th my uncle ed took his first flight. it was a beautiful chilly morning, the first sunny morning in 3 days.

i miss his praise and his criticism. i miss his wise cracks. i miss his prickly kisses on my cheek because he was never clean shaven. i miss how he spoke so highly of all of us kids to his friends. i miss the "hey re" and "you know it" moments. i miss his big smile and how he hated my tennessee volunteers.

i find myself making faces - the ones that used to make him laugh while standing in my yard looking up.

"i'd like to get through a day without crying

night without asking why i cant stop thinking about you

get through a song without thinking

i'm drowning, i'm sinking

wondering how i'm ever gonna get through

but my feet just keep moving

and i know the truth is

nobody gets through life without losing"