Uncle J
The call came as I was finishing up a walk
and with a deep breath, the words I didn’t want to hear were vocalized,
with an Irish goodbye,
my father’s brother left this life.
The man deemed godfather, he knew me since the day I was born. And, growing up, we’d see him and his family quite often, cousins doing what cousins do, birthdays, Christmases, picnics …
Somewhere down the road, they moved out of state, but the connection continued, with family reunions,
quick visits, weddings…
His one-liners were always giggle worthy, his smile forever bright, but just the knowing he was there, doing his thing, walking this earth, brought a quiet, comfortable vibe.
& I’m thinking, what a difficult void to fill.
Those who follow this blog realize. I’m a believer in Jesus and what happens next and signs and dream hugs and lessons and reasons and greeters in Heaven andandand …
but all I’m feeling right now is the crushing reality of his absence.
As our conversation wrapped up and we said our I’ll keep you posted, give everyone a hug for me, Cousin shared the final sentence her father gifted her,
and just to be sure I wouldn’t misquote, I asked her to text me …
Yep.
With all my heart, I sooooo believe he is
but dang, Uncle J, you’ll be missed.
