Wounded warrior

During the holidays are particularly hard for me. I remember my uncle that was killed not in battle but some freakish thing that happens in life. Me and him had a strong bond and I took his death hard. It was earth shattering and literally I felt the world stop and I wanted nothing more but to die. The pain ripped through my soul and I held on to him so tightly mentally. Many years passed and I still carried the weight of his loss until I heard him say, “let me go”. Of course I thought to myself what? What do you mean let go? It wasn't till some years after that when I finally understood. When someone dies and you hold too tightly to them you create and unrest in their spirit and yours. Your not at peace and they aren't resting in peace. You may not believe in all that spiritual hoopla but I experienced it first hand. It took deep soul searching for me to realize that releasing him didn't mean loosing him. He lives in my heart and in my memories for ever mortalized there. Now that were approaching the endig of this year I wanted to honor him by thanking him for the good memories and for loving me. I love you Tio.