I do not have a boyfriend, husband, or children of my own (except for the ones I have taught and "adopted" into my heart). But I do have a wonderful family. I grew up in central Arkansas, my family was close knit. I saw my most of my cousins, my uncles, and aunts and least every week. This are times I remember. But one Uncle in particular stands out. I like to think I was his favorite for we had one special thing in common---a "zipper" to show that we both had open heart surgery. I loved my Uncle David more than anyone (except my dad). He was special to me. I enjoyed leaning up againt him and his giving me a hug....when I was young I would sit in his lap. He promised once to take me hunting---we never got to go. He gave me my first taste of bbq venison. He had a hearty laugh. I was sad to leave Arkansas to go to Indiana, I wouldn't see Uncle David again.
When I was 13 he was told he needed a heart transplant. He died before he was able to get a new heart. He died in December. Dad, Beth, and I drove down for the funeral. I was sad. My heart was broken. I wished he could still be around.
As I still miss my Uncle David oh so much, I will never forget the wonderful times at his house. I especially will not forget his hugs. The thing that makes me most sad...my mind is a blur how he looks like---except for his smile.
I cherish those times with my Uncle and will never forget them. :)
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