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A Foggy Memory
Vanessa, Age 13, Delta, BC

I had an Uncle,
he called me Bessy.
The last time I talked to him
was over two years ago.
He went on a holiday.
Forever.

I only have
a hazy memory that I will never lose.
The basement door flew open.
The little girl knew who it was,
it was Uncle Barry!
She giggled as the big man flung her into the air.
She dug her little two year old nose deep
into his leather jacket.
His booming laugh rung in the little girl's ears.
“Bessy” he said.

I still can’t believe he’s gone.
He will never return.
I will never hear his laugh again,
I will never smell his smell again.
But his memory will linger.
Forever.

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