From the depths of my heart
flow rivers of tears,
for the bud of a rose
still trying to bloom.
Joyful that you’ve come this far.
Sadness for what you’ve come through.
One day, fully open will be the flower,
bearing witness to the beauty of life.
Until then our smiles are painful,
our secrets are kept,
and our hearts cry…
You have been on my mind Uncle Donnie. I still can’t believe you are gone from us. I know that your home-going was probably amazing from your end of things, but we really miss you here. I wrote this for you so long ago, do you remember when I gave it to you? It always felt so precious to me that you loved my words so much. Besides the fact that we almost have the same name, and the artistic connection I always felt we shared, what always made me feel the warmest was when my mom would tell me that you thought I was an angel. Who’s the angel now Uncle?
I wrote several pieces for you, over the course of your struggles. When Aunt Carol went through your stuff after you left us, she found the envelope that contained my writings to you. I’m so honored that you held on to them all this time, but I still haven’t opened that envelope. I see you in lots of places and I hear you in all kinds of humor. I know one thing for sure…there will never be another like you…I will cherish the memories for my lifetime. Now rest Funny Man…I love you.