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We disregard and alienate the people who reared us and gave their best to improve our lot in life in this so-called modern society. The real horror is that they are now a burden to us. We are so preoccupied with our own lives, our jobs, and the flimsy appeal of social media sites like Instagram that we hardly ever give them attention.
In this blog I try to delve into the thoughts and perspectives of their minds.
Uncle Marcus is Alone
It was a quiet afternoon, with thick fog blocking the sun's light. Marcus sat in a dim room on the edge of town. The room had only a chair and a table with old books. Outside, he could hear the distant sound of cars on the freeway.
Marcus was reading an old book. Its pages were yellow and it talked about death. It said everyone dies alone. It said good people rest peacefully, but others face uncertain ends.
Closing the book, Marcus felt the weight of his own life. Memories flooded his mind — things he regretted, things he cherished, and mistakes he made. He remembered a house from long ago, a place where he once felt safe.
"I wish I could be in your house," Marcus whispered to himself. He imagined waiting patiently in each room, like a stone enduring through time.
As the day turned to night, Marcus stayed still, lost in his thoughts. Shadows moved across the room, making it feel haunted by memories. He remembered the sky changing colors at sunset and moments shared over wine with someone he now barely remembered.
He felt a presence around him, as if the room held memories and untold stories. "Alone," he repeated softly, feeling the loneliness in his heart.
Marcus kept reading until daylight disappeared completely. He thought about death and prayed to whoever might listen. He hoped for a place he once knew, a place that felt like home.
"In your house," Marcus thought hopefully, "I wish I could be there."
Outside, life went on as usual, but Marcus sat alone in that quiet room. He waited patiently, like a stone that had weathered many years.
