Today would be my Uncle Jims 43rd birthday. And 3 years ago on Easter was the last time I saw him.
He was probably one of the most amazing people I’ve ever known. I always looked up to him growing up. And always had a great time hanging out.
My parents always made me feel bad about this or that and favored my sister and brother over me for some reason. But always ALWAYS there was my Uncle standing up for me, and realizing that I was treated unfairly.
When ever I’d see him and my wife they’d always make me feel so good about myself. And that I wasn’t a failure.
Then when I got with John and my Uncle and John met, they were like two peas in a pod. John was just as heart broken when he passed as me and my family were.
I really wish he was here to see how great things have gotten for us since he left.
I’m not a religious person, but I like to think wherever he is, he does know. And he’s watching over us and does know. Who knows maybe he’s helped guide us in some of the good things that have happened. Like John passing his test.
I miss him so very much and I really wish Shella and our next baby got to know him.
Okay, enough with the sadness. I’m gonna take a little nap before we go to babysit for a few hours this evening.