Prayer For Uncle Reggie

Too young for bars, but thirsty. Uncle Reggie owned a beer joint so we went in and had beers carte blanche. He was upstairs dying of cancer. We went up for an impromptu visit. He and his woman in a small room. He was in bed weak with sickness. We made small talk then escaped. We went downstairs; one for the road. Everything I drank then tasted bitter. One day we'll all be in that bed upstairs. May God rest all of our souls. Amen