Today is the day.
Two years ago, at around 6:00 in the morning, my mom got the call. My uncle Joe shot himself, and was gone just like that. I can remember every second of that day, but it’s all a blur.
Last year on this day, I expected to be a wreck. I thought I would spend the day crying. But I was fine. I got a little upset, but I actually had a fantastic day. And today… I feel fine. I’ve hardly even thought about it, really. I remember every once in a while what today is, and I feel like I should be miserable, but why? Joe wouldn’t want me to be miserable. He would want me to get my butt up, get off the computer, and go enjoy the gorgeous weather we’re having right now. He would want me to be happy.
And so that’s what I’ll be. I’ll be happy that wherever my uncle is, he is happy too. He is no longer burdened by what this world put on him. Today is a celebration of my uncle’s freedom.
Rest, not in peace, but in adventure, Joe. You were never satisfied with peace, anyways.