Hard Reality

Knowing that I can never talk to my uncle again is what I find the hardest to deal with right now. We had not spoken to one another for about 2 years when he died on September 9th which was also my aunt Inez's birhtday. The funeral was very nice and upbeat. It fit his personality. I know he would have approved. My uncle was such a strong man. I only hope that I can be half the man he was as I take on fatherhood.