I did, so I went over there, and looked up at the corkboard.
I spotted Uncle Daniel at once. Sitting on a corner stool, he held a glass of beer up as if giving a toast. He was smiling but his eyes were sad. He was surrounded by more smiling faces. They seemed comfortable with each other, given their body language. Were these his friends?
At once, I felt a small twinge of relief. I had been so worried that my uncle had spent his final days alone. He might have been tortured by his demons, but at least he had found a comfortable and happy environment to fight them in, surrounded by beauty and friendship.
I was glad he hadn’t been alone.
Yet, with that relief also came heartache. How was it possible for me to miss someone I didn’t even know?
Gideon, who had stayed behind at the bar, ask
