Death

I don't know why this phone ring is so uneasy.I went to pick up with pounding heart beat.The voice in the upper hand is my brother's saying,'Uncle passed away with a stroke',my mind stopped working how to re-act and how to respond.Tears didn't come out,but I became nostalgic,trying to remember when we met last,'ya,its years back',Life's fast journey driven me away from many dear ones.His death reminded me the characters of Death of a salesman,Yearlong he struggled to become successful but the theoryof   sruggle for survival didn't fit him,proved him unsuccessful in every speare.Brothers considered him worthless,while wife's ego crushed as he is proved less efficient in fulfilling her demands.Poor he,took the shelter of drugs to wpie away his stress,avoided every one closer ,I am one of them.Dad use to say perhaps he was the brilliant among their clan but?? Nothing matters now he died penniless.I could smell his wife crying on his body but? how will she perform his cremation?I raised for keys decided to drive miles to reach and comfort her ,opened my purse checked my credit card,money available,atm card, then pressed to open the door of car to rush for funeral,Ah! Its we have to arrange.My anger surged 'why did you waste your life in inferiority complex,why not tried to come up'? leave it now the chapter is closed let's move for funeral.
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This is a good autobiographical story written in an abridged way, my applause, keep writing more and more, Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thanks, my honourable poet friend for giving our space and time to read and adding your valuable opinion to it.