“I don’t care if you get yourself killed...”
Years ago I had an uncle, old man who lived in his little apartment by himself, no family, no friends, no life. I never really knew him so I don’t know why he was so alone. He was a very quiet and boring kind of guy (boring in my young eyes anyway). The only time I ever saw him was around Christmas, and he always gave me a bit of money (and all of us kids). Like I said though, I didn’t know a thing about him.
Some years later I received a letter from him. It was quite boring. He told me, in a rather boring format, about his life in the services, and his factory career after that.
We wrote back and forth a handful of times. I was a young person on my own at that point, so responding to his letters wasn’t a high priority for me.
One day I got a call. He had committed suicide - drowned himself in Lake Michigan. I recalled that I hadn’t gotten around to answering his last letter. I found it up there in the letter rack and read it. Same old boring conversation of his past.
It had been sitting there for six months. I never got around to answering it.
I feel bad about that to this day.
I had not heard of the Other Harry until I saw him mentioned on another thread about Frito feet.
Now I’ve read some of his posts and yes, they come off as a bit abnormal, but he sounds human, like my uncle. Maybe not perfect, but human, (and for some reason that I don’t understand, I’m getting choked up and teary eyed).
I don’t know why I’m posting to you, but there you are.
Maybe if I had gotten to know my uncle, maybe he wouldn’t have been so “boring”. And dead. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling this way?
Maybe. I can't say... I'm sorry about your uncle, but this thread is more than five years old, and I have no idea what you're talking about with "frito feet". I can't feel real guilty about something I said 5 years ago. You missed the threads of his that got pulled because they were even further "out there" than this one.