For my beloved uncle, who was more like a father to me
and for those who have lost loved ones who lived with chronic pain
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My dearest uncle,
Oh, how I miss you.
You were one of the few who understood.
Always. No words needed.
Your days were so difficult. Your last days even more.
We were in the dark.
A thousand miles apart, we did not hear much news,
nor did we really know how ill you were, until you passed away.
After you left this realm, I prayed. I begged for a why.
Like a perpetual eulogy, over and over:
Please, let this life in pain, not be a life lived in vain…
Please let it all mean something.
Like we sometimes wondered, together, about this pain, this thief… is it a sentence on a prison planet?
Or a way to deepen our insights, to clear spiritual debts?
To be the sense in the nonsense and fulfil our destiny?
We didn’t find the answers, nor the way out of the maze that is chronic pain.
Perhaps you did and perhaps you know now.
I hope and think you do.
In your eternal state, you must know.
Fly now and prosper, pain-free!
I love you infinitely ♡
S.
The chronic pain challenge 