It's not the best picture, but it's one of the only ones I have. That's my uncle. That was taken maybe two years ago. You couldn't tell he was sick. Thats how I love to think of him =]
Being there when he died wasn't easy, but it definitly brought some closure. We all knew it was for the best, it was what he wanted and everything would be okay. So far, so good. Nothing but sweet memories and good times with the family.
I'm definitley a changed person.
My uncle was one of the most loving people I knew. I miss him, but I treasure all the time we had with him. We're really lucky.
His memorial service is on Tuesday, and after that we're going swimming, having some drinks and BBQing. It's a celebration of his life. His curagious battle with ALS. We knew how hard he faught, how hard it was for him.
I know he's kicken' it up there. Drinking a Bud Light and playing 18 holes =]
I love you Uncle Jerry. I miss you.
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