My Uncle John died last night.
He was a good man and I miss him already.
He had a grace and balance to his life.
He saw the humor where many others could see only pain.
I miss his laugh already.
He had a grace and style that took me back to another time
When Fred and Ginger could lose me in their dance.
I miss his smile already.
My tears are flowing freely now.
I miss my Uncle John.