Come and Gone

My son's birthday has come and gone without a card from my Uncle. My Uncle never missed a birthday or Christmas for as long as I can remember. I knew when he died earlier this month that at some point this would hit me. Things like the reality of loosing a loved one hits me harder down the road when something significant, like a birthday, occurs. I burst into tears in bed. The tears that I just held inside this past month I guess.

I have this lovely .22 long revolver that belonged to him. He use to play cowboy with friends. They went to these western shoots all decked out in old western wear like the black and whites they grew up with. I haven't fired it yet. I take it out and look at it. I run my fingers along the barrel. I open the cylinder and spin it before locking it back into place. It spins so smoothly. I examine the grip.

I haven't held it yet like I would to fire. I just like to hold it on its side in my lap and examine it is all. I wish I had spent more time with him.

Peace Out,

~*~*~Krystal~*~*~