Ten years ago on this very day, my family and I lost my Uncle Jack due to a heart attack. He was my god father, and from what I have heard, a great uncle. Unfortunatly for me, I was too young when he passed, and the only memory I have of him is at a family picnik when I was about 4 years old, and my daddy was holding me in his arms talking to Uncle Jack when he started to play with me, but I started whimpering and pushing away from him to stay with my Dad becuase I was shy. Thus is why it is hard for me as I barely had the chance to get to know him. When Uncle Jack passed, I was too young to know what was going on. I remember my mom getting a phone call from my Aunt Nancy (his wife) and my mom said she had to go for a little while. So while many members of my family were at the hospital, I was sitting in my room with my grandmother on the other side of the family clueless and to young to know what was going on. When I was finally old enough to realize what had happened, I would cry often, asking myself why did he have to go? I would cry becuase I never knew him well enough. When I watch old family videos, a Christmas one in particular, I always feel my heart speed up when I see him. I do miss him, a lot. It amazes me that even though I barely knew him, I still get upset when we talk about him, and even more upset on this very day every year. Although he isn't here with my family and I physically, I know and I can feel him here in each of us, watching us and helping us. I miss you Uncle Jack, so much, and I wish I could have known you more. I love you, and I'll gaze up at you in the stars again tonight, just like everyother.
Your forever in my heart, dear Godfather. I love you. Rest in Peace.
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