Everett

My uncle passed early this morning after living for 90 years. He was an omnireader, observant and kind, built with a slight frame and a thoughtful countenance; he was a chef, a traveler, a lover of antiques, generous in every sense of the word, and the nexus of my father's family. For the last several years of his life, after my aunt died, he grew exceedingly lonely and fatigued. I hope that now he is enjoying inconceivable happiness.

Today is the eve of all Hallows' Eve, and ghosts are on my mind. Good ghosts. Family. Heritage. Our connections, lives that haunt us with amazing memories of who we are and where we come from. The shiver of ending and of not knowing. I want to know. I want the light on.