I have been delaying putting this up for quite a while now. Mostly because I tear up each time and just exit my browser. For me it still isn't real yet. I know intellectually that he is gone, but until I post this it won't be fully real. It is my last good bye that is causing me to falter and not post this repeatedly. I can't keep delaying though, I'm not doing right by him. So I will post the two poems I wrote about him. The first was done the day I found out he was gone. The second was a little later on.
A poem of Uncle Juney
He was always there for us.
Standing tall, and speaking loud.
While we may not have all agreed with him,
he was loved by us all.
Nothing we can say or do
will comfort us enough this day,
but he fought tooth and nail to say
He loved us all.
He wouldn't want us crying,
he'd say man up and continue trying.
There's nothing wrong with moving on.
There will be another dawn.
I'll see you all again one day soon.
I love you all.
He always wore one
Always a different one
Sometimes it was the gray one with Grumpy University
Or the ones with his favorite sports teams
Some he never wore
The hoods were always inside out even though he never used them
Pocket opening in the front
Hands always jammed inside
Heartfelt smile ones of many colors
Ones with pictures
Ones that had characters
Ones of singular color
Ones about sports
So many different kinds to wear and share that we remember
Mostly Disney or sports a few plain ones too
Never a T-shirt or buttoned shirt
Never a suit and tie oh heavens no
Always one of the many you wore
Some of us now have one to treasure and always remember you by
No more loud conversations
No more political “discussions” that we were wrong in
No more stock tips that we'd do the opposite on
No more movies to watch with you
No more listening
No more hearing
No more talking
No more you in the sweatshirts
No more you but in great memories