Rest in Peace. Western Style

Spaghetti Dinner at my mom's house.
Bets that the leftover spaghetti wouldn't fit into the tupperware.
Confirmation Sponsor.
Smart electrician, who always worked on projects with my dad.
Long hair.
Bachlor with fast fancy car.
Monday's we we would go visit Gramma Wanda in the nursing home.
Watching Chip and Dale cartoons with all the cousins at your house.
Kitter (RIP)
Your love for old westerns.
Advice on the condo Spaghetti and I first lived in.
Queen Mom's 50th surpirse birthday party, you and your brother.
That last Christmas when mom had you and Uncle Jim over, it was the last time you three were together.
When family used to be your first priority.
Your new house in BFE, the wood, the hummingbirds, your big pool, the great land, and all your ideas.

Those are my happy memories of you. For 29 years of my life I looked up to you. I thought of you as a great Uncle who was smart, but you were easily swayed by your new wife, her family and your other sister. They told you crazy things, like my mom just visited and took pictures of your house to go show your neices and nephews so they would come down and cause your brother to die.

That we were just nosey, and we were the ones that caused your brother to drink himself to death. If we hadn't show those pictures to the kids... really? Someone who has had  a drinking problem since I was a little kids, and who just lost his wife 2 year prior for drinking herself to death, you didn't think he died of a broken heart? So he ended it by drinking till it was over?!?

I'm sure it was all my mom's fault thought. I mean she did nothing but cook for you, clean your house, and be there for you. You two were close. You both had each others back, and that evil other sister and your new wife made up stories.

Stories that made you call my mom a few months after your brother died, and told her that you wanted nothing to do with her ever again. That it was her fault that Jim died, you cursed me and her for taking too many pictures, and for showing Jims kids. Then your sister told my mom that she was secretly copying all the emails between sisters and sending them to new wife.

What kind of sister does that? What kind of brother blames his sister for the death of their brother?

I am sad today. I am sad that even though for the last year my happy memories were covered with sad ones. Of hateful words that will never be erased. I did love you very much, and I do still want to be sad for the loss of your life.

I just wished you hadn't listened with your mind. But if you would have listened with your heart, and know your little sister ment no harm. She was proud of you and her brother. Your big homes, and pretty yards. Hoping for a life that should have happened a decade ago.

She wanted nothing but to love you and be proud of you. She looked up to you.

So rest in peace to my Uncle Rich. From what I hear there will be no service, he just wants some old westerns to walk him down to his grave, plop him in the dirt and say a few nice words.

So plop him in the dirt. Say a few nice words. And call it a day. Rest in peace Uncle Rich.