Uncle Bill

Today I am wearing a Bison necklace that reminds me of uncle Bill.
 It's snowing but not nearly as cold as it was a year ago. I am prancing around Alma doing my tasks instead of wallowing in bed and at West Ottawa.
 Later I'm going to have dinner with my dad. Later I am going to read The Book Thief and remember when I read it to uncle Bill until 4 a.m. in the hospital and fell asleep leaning against his bed.
 I'll drink coffee out of the to go mug that used to be his and maybe I'll find some need to use his old pliers.