330/365 - A New Dawn
I found out today that my uncle passed away, my fathers brother. Though I hadn’t spoken to him in a couple years, it hit me harder than I expected it would. I knew him only through brief encounters and conversations over the years, yet there was always a connection between us - at least for me. It began when I was a little boy and he showed me how to play a couple chords on his Fender. I thought he was the absolute coolest, because he was an excellent guitarist and I wanted nothing more in the world at that time than to play the guitar.
There was a lot of darkness in his life, and a lot of brokenness, but despite this, whenever I spoke with him or hung out with him, I always got a feeling that he was chasing something bright and beautiful. That despite the darkness, he was always running down some new dawn, something eternal and just out of reach. He was thirsty for life and its interesting offerings. I saw a lot of myself in him. That desire for more, that constant reaching for a bright horizon. And I think when I heard the news about his passing, this flooded over me. Like a piece of where I come from was taken, and I didn’t know it yet as well as I wanted to. Like there was still more to come. And I thought of my Dad, and I thought of my brother.
Anyway. This image is for my Uncle Marc, may he rest in peace.