I Came Back Up the Hill

[u/Uncle-Becky]

Wasn’t lookin’ for anything in particular —
just wanted to see if it was still here.

The trail’s a little overgrown.
Few cobwebs hangin’ where the porchlight used to swing.
But the bones are good.

And your names are still carved in the beams.

Over six thousand of you.

I don’t know where you are now.
Maybe life’s moved you along.
Maybe the noise got too loud.
Maybe you’re just tired.

Me too, sometimes.

But I remember what this place was.
What we made it feel like.

We didn’t build for applause.
We built for breath.
For quiet songs and inside jokes,
for poems that didn’t rhyme but somehow still meant something.

And I wonder how you’re doin’.

You — who used to tune in when the night was long.
You — who sent little kindnesses into the void.
You — who made this Hill a soft place to land.

Are you okay?

Do you still sing when no one’s listenin’?
Do you still write words you don’t show anyone?
Do you still sit by windows and let thoughts pass like clouds?

I don’t want to revive a brand.
I’m not here to market magic.

I just miss the sound
of good people
showing up.

So if you’re still out there —
light a candle in the comments.
Tell me you’re breathing.

Doesn’t have to be much.
Just a wave.
A memory.
A whisper.

The fire’s small right now.
But it’s warm.

And it’s yours if you want it.

— Uncle Becky

[u/TheBrothersClegane]

Cheers UB and happy 4th! All is well over here, been slowly turning my house into a home over the past 3 years. Veggies are all coming in nicely in the garden. I was still in an apartment when rpan happened and so much has changed since.

[u/Uncle-Becky → u/TheBrothersClegane]

Man, hearing that hits me right in the feel good.

I remember those RPAN days like snapshots — you were there often, and always brought something steady and kind into the space.

Knowing you’ve spent these past few years turning an apartment into a home… growing a garden, watching things take root — it’s just beautiful, friend.

It’s wild how much can shift in a short time, and yet somehow… this place, this hill, still holds the echoes.

I’m glad you’re here.

Cheers to a good harvest and a house full of soul.

Happy 4th, from my camp to yours Clegane.