I walked into my uncle's undisturbed bedroom. The walls were nothing, but medical charts. But they were wood panel. The ugliness on the wall had steered my uncle away. But the glowing stars in his ceiling were his night lights. The room was quiet. But when he was alive, it was filled with the sounds of Frankie Darcell's radio show on the radio; and Word Girl on tv.
In his closet were his clothes to impress the ladies at his school with. Clean and well-dressed clothes that is. More in the drawers, along with his never-ending medications and toys. He really loved heroes and dare-devils, and he could have been an Artist. For he loved to color. He had dozens of pictures and coloring books. He would have been the next Michaelangelo.