The End

I wish I could see your coffin, classy it probably was. The man with many nicknames people say. You told me stories of how you lived your way. Your carefree attitude rubbed off on me like a breath of fresh air. We called you the creeper as you walked around the house without a peep. I loved the days where you could walk. I would come home to hear your stories and just to talk. It was sad to see you smoke your life away. The most generous man I knew was on his way home. A biblical home where you are at peace. The man that taught me how to play tunk and rummi. I’d go back and play with you one last time before you exit. If only I would have accepted your offer, rather than drowning in my own lies. The days you were able to breath was the best days of my life. My late great uncle Timothy Setzer lived with me for three years. I’d go back to day one as you first moved in, with the memory of your smile of new beginnings on your face. These beginnings would be your last memories you had to cherish. Never complained about a damn thing, was always positive. I miss those sweet summer days where we would sit out back. A master at cooking back in his day. The last memory I have was seeing your lifeless body just lay with a look of despair. I will never forget the man of many nicknames.