Tuesday

Seeing someone you thought was so storng, crying, you wonder how you will handle it. You thought nothing could ever make them cry. A woman who was battered as a child and tortured as a wife, to see such a Woman emerge from that with her head held high, and a skin so thick that politicians would be jealous. To see tears run down, her face full of sorrow, her eyes red and hollow. She was crying about someone she loved. Someone she took care of. That someone was my uncle. He was old, but old enough to live. He was 70 and she was 71. He was her Brother. He was a Vietnam Veteran, he saw war, he saw innocent people get killed! He saw babies being used as target practice. He saw all of that, and he took it to his grave. The secrets he kept and the memories we lost. He once said that everything happened to him on Tuesday, Well....he died on Tuesday...And God only knows what else happened to him on.... Tuesady.