My uncle was a good guy. He had bi polar 2. He was in a band. He thought they were gonna make it, but there was another band from his neighborhood that made it first. It closed the door for his band. Dion and the Belmonts was the competing band that made it. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dion_and_the_Belmonts If you’ve never heard of them.
Well my cousin went to his gravestone the other day and in her Bronx accent said “dad, show me some butterfly’s if you’re watching us” and all of a sudden 15 butterflies showed up and started landing on her. Freaky.
Well my uncle may have been poor his whole life, had tons of health problems, but he loved my mom, loved the Yankees, was a happy guy. RIP.
I was in rehab when he died. He died the same day as my cat. It was tough times. I had just been arrested for a psychotic break. When he died.