Francis x.

 

1.25.2017

The day my dear uncle began to die
I was hiking the hardest trail I had ever encountered.

Ten miles and I almost quit twice.
Uncle Frankie fought for years and he never thought about quitting. Not once. 

I was hiking straight up hill for ten miles the day before he died.
I reached the end of the trail that day, the next morning, he did as well.