I fell from the sky once.

I remember how the air refused to hold me. How fantastic it was that I was defying gravity one push at a time. My heart was soaring along with all my limbs. I was laughing. I was so happy.

And then the rope broke. It broke just as I was at the highest arc. It broke 5 feet above my uncles head. It broke… but he was there to catch me as I fell from the sky.

I miss him. I don’t know what happened to him but I wonder sometimes if he fell from the sky too and is just waiting to be caught. I never said RIP Uncle Gene but I think enough time has passed that I should. I hope wherever you are you are defying gravity.