He looked like death.

[the_wanlorn]

 
I was cleaning out files on my computer today, and stumbled across an LJ post I'd been working on since August. It was about how my uncle was dying. About how difference he was, yet how much the same.

I never finished it, because I'd start to cry whenever I wrote a little bit more.

His hands were so gnarled. They were thin thin thin and you could see the veins, not under the skin, but with the skin shrunken around them, like it was vacuum-sealed. His joints were swollen, sticks with knobby balls connecting them. When they talk about skin being paper-thin, you don't realize that they're talking about tissue paper. I could see his skull. The skin wasn't there, but it was, but it was useless. I could see his skull.

I called my aunt today; she sounded sad.
 

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You know, I love you a lot, Nire.

I do.