I miss Mikey. The jar of rocks he gave me is sitting in the back of my closet, like all the memories of us praying for each other, crying, and the times we bluntly reminded each other of the truth. Him and all those stupid rocks. He was almost possessive of them, making me promise that I'd take care of them, telling me how important they were. He always said that once I left I wouldn't come back, but I did. I did come back, but he was gone.
Some people never get to say goodbye, but the Lord knows and He sees them, and somehow it makes it okay. So we move on and live life and keep things like jars of rocks in our closets.
Some things we may never understand, but some things we will hold onto forever.
Rest in peace, Uncle Mikey. Thank you for sharing your life with me.
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