My Uncle Joe was a waster.
He disappeared one day after an argument with his dad.
Never heard of again we all wondered what happened to Uncle Joe.
My dad would take me to the park to wander around among the hobos to see if Uncle Joe was there.
My dad died never knowing what happened to his brother. But we found him many years later, in the police records, a vagrant, a homeless thief and scoundrel. But despite all he was he was one of us and we celebrated his return.
Written for: http://lovelycurses.com/2016/04/03/moral-mondays-blood-is-thicker-than-water/
Morpethroad 
Very interesting story. Your story reminds me of a Bible story where a father gives his son his inheritance and the son leaves. The son wastes his inheritance, forced to work for a pig farmer, not even able to eat as good as the pigs. His only choice is to go home and his father welcomed him home with joy and kills a goat (some animal?) in his son’s honour. Your story reminds me very much of this parable, although this parable doesn’t only talk about welcoming our family back and loving them, even though they’ve done wrong 🙂 Excellent job!
I see what you mean in terms of the prodigal son but let me assure you Uncle Joe was no prodigal son…we don’t know what happened to him or where he is buried but we do know he lived a rough life.
That’s sad. Yes, that is the right one. ‘The Prodigal Son’.
Sounds like the prodigal son. How lucky Uncle Joe was to be able to return home.
Thanks Lori, I should point out that he came home in terms of his memory, that we discovered some things about him not everything unfortunately.
Thank you for the clarification and for sharing.
Some people can’t help themselves. Poor man.
Ah yes but family is family isn’t it and we don’t always get to choose them.
Too true.
Great story. Unfortunately, I think many of us have an “Uncle Joe” somewhere in the family tree. But family is family and you still cherish the good parts.
You do indeed Jenn thanks for stopping by.
Like Jenn said, many of us have an “Uncle Joe,” and no matter how much of a disappointment he is, or no matter how much he hurts us, he’s still family, and we’ll always love him in our hearts. Great story, Michael!
Thank you Nortina….it was a good moral to consider…..have a good day…
Nice story, Joe. Sad when people fall through the net like that, when you see homeless people and wonder if their mother loved them, if they had hopes and ambitions as a kid. A sad wate of life. Nice spin on the prompt
Thank you Lynn, yes I’ve had similar thoughts.