Well I had a post, in my mind, all ready to write. I bitchy post. A post about what’s been bugging me lately. But, then things changed.
A call. 2:10am. Never good.
We had been at his house earlier that night for our bi-weekly Family Night dinner. He had grilled some meat. We chatted, laughed, and watched the kids run around the house playing hide-and-go-seek. About 8:30, time to go. We hugged, we kissed, and we said our “I love you’s.” And we meant it. As The Husband and I were leaving his Uncle’s house we never thought it would be the last time we would see him.
The Husband grew up without his father, his uncle was the male figure who had been in The Husband’s life the longest. The one that showed him the ropes. The one that taught him so many lessons. Although only separated by 10 years or so, his uncle was his role model, his mentor, his confidant, and his friend. They got each other. They bantered, they laughed and I could see the influence he has had on The Husband.
You fell in love with a teenager with a baby, married her and were still in love with her and she with you, for the last 40 years. You were a solid foundation. You were a real man. A man who has fiercely stood by and protected his family. You provided house and more importantly, home to your family. You made us all laugh, and last night you made everyone cry.
We will miss you, but I can just picture you now, in your big blue chair watching all of us as if we were in the big 60” HDTV you always wanted.