Uncle David goes home

My mom just called me. It is the pitch of her vocie that alerts my emotions that she has bad news. I have had too many similar calls in my life from her with the news that another family member or friend has died. She is always composed but errie somehow. I can hear the pain in her voice as her third sibling dies all alone and lays there unnoticed for days. I try to reassure her that God lives and loves each of us and they were not alone. That angles attended them, that grandma and grandpa were there maybe too. That is when she falls apart, after she knows I am OK. She loved her brother. He had a very hard life. He was rough around the edges. I loved my uncle. He was hard to be close with. He was sometimes scary due to addicitons that morphed him into almost an unrecognizable man. But I had memories from my childhood before he totally withdrew. I know his smile and his love for music and family. I know his wit and how he was cursed with superior intellgence. I see how he is very much a part of our quirky family. The way he celebrated Halloween with the elaborate pumpkins, they way he called me butterfingers as I have no sports talent at all. How he loved talking to Scott about fishing and how he told me when I married Scott that Grandpa would love him as Scott reminded him of Grandpa. I cherish the stories from his childhood of his imagination and love of the outdoors. Esther just found him, plans are not yet set. The joy for me is I know he is no longer in great physical pain nor is he suffering from all the ghosts that haunted his past. He no longer is missing all the loved ones who have gone on before him. He is now going to have the chance to heal and find rest.