EVERYTHING IS COPASETIC

I heard a song and I thought about how I felt when my wife came to me saying something happened to you, it took a while for her words to sink in because for a moment I wasn’t sure what I should do. I’ve been here before with my mother/your sister and both times I was not prepared, losing you both were two of the things that I’ve always feared. I was sitting in my room gathering my thoughts to write this and a song came on with the words, I’m not your son and you’re not my father, we’re just two grown men saying goodbye, I sat down to write this and all I wanted to do was cry. The words touched me because you never had a male child, but you always told that I was your son and to me even though you are my uncle, you were also my father. For the family it’s a great loss because who’s going to call us asking is everything copasetic and immediately, we felt the warmth that only your word brings, people say angels fly to heaven and today we’re sure you have received your wings. Waking up to your voice hearing good morning daughter, good morning my niece, good morning nephew, good morning granddaughter, good morning grandson, good morning Deborah John, the joy of waking up will turn into pain because we all know these words are gone. We know you’re gone but we find comfort because some people spend a lifetime not hearing the words I love you but you spread it to us like you were giving away wealth, If we could shuffle our lives and had only had one wish, we want to tell pain to take back all the bad cards we were dealt. We all know it’s in god’s hands but sometimes we wish we could assist him and not take our loved ones away; we still keep the faith and through all the hurt we will continue to pray. Our Uncle/father/grandfather/son/husband/brother was a god-fearing man, but we all know no man is perfect, he was not wealthy but rich in love and we all got a chance to feel it. He had a radiance about him that even strangers or non-family members called him Uncle Ben, I know the feeling because even though we’re not blood it was always Uncle Joel, Uncle Jude and Tanty Ven. His love was infectious and he made us all want a taste; he enjoyed life to the fullest and left nothing to waste. We all have our stories and I’m sure we could go on all day; we have our memories but in this moment all we want is for you to stay. Stay so you would know that losing you was one of our biggest fears, Stay to tell us you love us one more time, Stay to send us your favorite country music songs and the prayers, Stay so on this day we shouldn’t have to share these tears. It’s a sad day for us because you touched us all before you left and so we will play three lotto numbers for you , nine one one which we all know as nine eleven, it’s our last call to tell God please open the doors and let your fallen angel into the gates of heaven. Sleep in Peace, you will be missed. Love you