Gonna miss you Uncle Dave.

Yesterday morning my uncle lost his battle with cancer, but what will never be lost are the memories. Uncle Dave was one of the kindest, gentlest souls I've ever met. Family always came first. He was a BIG TALL GUY (and you all know I'm short!)….and he didn't say much. Naturally, that means I was scared of him. (Note: Shelly as a child was in that state A LOT) Then came the night of the local house fire. What I remember most about Uncle Dave growing up and spending time in his house was that the scanner was always on. One night, somebody woke me up (Aunt Carolyn, Jackie, I don't remember) and told me to get dressed. I did. There was a house fire a block or two away. We walked over and met up with most of the rest of the neighborhood. I remember everyone talking about what a shame it was, but how the family was going to be okay and how. Perhaps this is why I don't see tragic events as life ending but a new life opportunity beginning. All I do know, is that I learned a lot last night, so, Uncle Dave…..every time I see a scanner, I'm thinking about you and grinning! Then I'm off to go do something fun with the family. You're always welcome to tag along and enjoy. I'm so glad you don't hurt anymore.