A tribute to My Grandmothers First son, my fathers oldest brother, and my Dude, the one the entire town called uncle mark. 

It begins with a call, a 222 yelled into a phone as the train appears, and a dream from a far away friend with sunflowers and butterflies and purple glitter, all of them guiding me home to my uncles bedside before he passed. “You come see me” he says when I walk into his room. But Of course I did. There was no other way. I promised I would, and here, here I am, again, back where i belong. Reunited, him and I. we both cry for all the memories that didn’t get made, for all the love we share.

“We growed up together” he says, him and I, and even though forty seven years apart, him 1936 and me 1983 - somehow, when he says this to me, i know it to be true in my body. He was my first great goodbye, and as i do, i documented it. 

Wish you were here.