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  • When I was very young. little, maybe 4, but it might have been earlier, I heard voices that sounded a little like my Uncle Tommy. Mom said, that he

    had gone far away and I wouldn't see him for a long time.

    "But Mom, i saw him last night, out near the garden, out there mom."

    She looked at me , then pulled me in close to her . I didn't see she was crying, but.... I felt her quiet.



    ''you alright?'

    Sure, I heard him and that's not all. I went to see him that entire summer, by slipping out of the side room window, the one that was just

    over the metal doors that went down stairs to the cool wet cellar. Tommy came all the time after The Big Party , the one where every one came.

    There was plenty of food but no one was laughing or playing games or puttng lights up outside playing games, like the one with the woooden color

    balls. No kites, candy or songs either and not to many other kids. I even saw some of the moms and dads, looking Sad. Then they left. It wasn't a

    GOOD party...To to quiet

    Well, Tommy came a lot but not every night, but a lot.. He took me places out of the yard. He held my hand and waited for me all the time as

    my legs were really short. Our hands were quiet, like our steps and our idea eyess, (that's what he called them). It seemed that we only took a few

    steps into the woods , near where the pear tree was, heading off towards the Allen's house but not that far at all, not even back as far as the forte,

    but that got built later.

    He was so happy, that he talked all the time and showed me the stuff that he could see until I could see it too..Seemed to keep showing me those

    things, over and over until I could find them, without him.

    My favorite was the Star Boxes and the Brighty lines oh, and the Drift Spots, they were all talking back and always taking us places.

    One night my older sister was waiting and grabbed me when i came in and was shouting and pulling me and at the same time not making

    alot of noise , but my arm hurt.

    "DADDY told YOU, NOT to go, so Im telling on you.. and I Hope you get beat " and she marched me into my room and pushed me down hard...

    Bully Mean , hard enough to bring up a rash on my hands and a little blood. But, I wasn't going to cry,like she thought. So, she left. I heard

    Tommy instead, saying...

    "Don't worry, she's just afraid for you and didn't mean it.''

    'She can't understand what you are doing''

    "What am I doing Uncle Tommy?"

    He pushed his black longish hair back and bend over me and gave me a hug.. big one.. Mom would say it was THE BIG HUG.. A Love Hug..

    Tommy let his light into me, nice and warm and I felt ok and not hurt anymore

    True to her word, Dad called me into his room after breakfast and we Talked , Man talk.

    "Your sister says you go outside at night. Is that true?"

    "Yes dad"

    "What are you doing out there?"

    Dad was looking at me, not in a hurry or in a bad-dad mood, but he almost felt like...... Tommy.

    So, I told him and afterwords he opened the door and told me to go outside and play.

    His "Classiky Music " Went on.. Loud.. Now that was funny, since he always played it quiet, but I went out.

    My sister was waiting out there and was smiling a mean smile, but I didn't care anymore and went to help Grammy down the street. She always

    had treats for me and I got to help her in the garden.. She made the best Apple things and laughed when I smiled my "Ymmmmm smile"

    yeah, Gram and dad and mom and even my sister... They come into me , now and then.

    I guess Tommy said what he had to say, cause He stopped coming.

    Uncle Tommy finally woke up and got better from his head things that happened in the War. I Didn't know that MY DAD and Tommy were

    Brothers.. I thought about that and liked it that dad had him back.

    He told them about me and how I visited him in the hospital everyday and how i was showing him all the living tricks of life and how to reconnect

    with the living world.

    "I don't think I would hve made it back, if he hadn't come for me."

    Mom and Dad were happy for him.

    My sister cried a lot after that, until I started talking to her.
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