Darren Ewing
Uncle David filled the room with light,
A laugh, a story, a spirit so bright.
He drove through life, roads near and far,
His presence familiar as the wheel of his car.
Last time I visited, miles from home,
I took the keys, let him ride, not roam.
Cautious and careful, I steered with care,
Easing the car through the warm afternoon air.
Into the garage, inch by inch we crept,
Past walls and memories carefully kept.
I glanced in the mirror, grinning with pride,
“How was my driving?” I asked from inside.
He grinned and replied, with a joke ready to drop,
“I was so scared, I started shaking and now I can't stop!”
That was Uncle David—cool as can be,
A heart full of laughter, a soul running free.
Now when I travel those winding lanes,
I cherish his jokes, our joy, and the pains.
I’ll miss him dearly, his humor and grace,
That big, funny spirit time cannot erase.
