My Uncle Donald...
The baby brother of my father and quite possibly one of the most kind, patient, funny and lovely men I have ever had in my life.
My dear Uncle was recently diagnosed with brain cancer. He began exhibiting symptoms, true symptoms upon returning from visiting his daughter in Texas who is dying of brain cancer.
I spent the day at the hospital with my Aunt and her friends while he went through a biopsy. I've just heard today that the results of the biopsy are not good. He has been told to get his affairs in order and to travel and do the things he likes to do. They are no longer recommending any treatment, something that had been discussed prior to the biopsy.
All we can do is love him and hold him near. To think that the last ties to my father will be gone. The last connection to my childhood, the tragedies that followed my family and the man that has all the stories and the memories.
I will be there for them, as they were for me through my dad's illness and passing and through my mom's. I will help him with whatever he needs me to do for him. I will be there for my cousins in whatever way they need me to be. Family is important. No matter how big or how small.
He is a Godly man who loves his wife dearly, who has the same laugh and smile as my father and who finds humor and love in every part of his life.
Our little family. We were always smaller than most families but we had a joy and a love of laughter and love of life that is like none other.
I love you Uncle Donald. I love you a lot dear man...
