As if unexpected car repairs (leaving me stranded in a snow storm for an hour); leaky faucets (ruining everything under the sink and more); a goose egg on my dear Molly’s fore-head; and watching my G-ma GG come near to the end of her days is not enough…my Uncle passed away 7 days before Christmas.

I do not share the above list for pity. Rather, I share it to keep it real. My heart is balancing on a tight rope of darkness and light. Hope and Joy are ever present even during the most difficult days that turn into difficult nights. I have comfort from the Comforter, Jesus.

I strive to be graceful under pressure. I am saying hello to peace. Long ago I used to only find a nightmarish anger. Praise God for love!

I would like to share some of the love I had for my Uncle Mick.

Dear Uncle,

My heart is heavy with loss. My memories of you are strong. Your laugh is still with me.

Thank you for your continuous generosity, genuine curiosity and unyielding verbosity.

Thank you for fighting for your nation and your brothers. Your sacrifice has been an inspiration.

Good-bye Uncle Mickey. I hope to see you again.

Greatest Love and Respect,

Jessica

Uncle Mick at a family party (summer 2008), ever ready to engage in discussion, sits in the living room as I busy myself in the kitchen. (I am in the background).

21 Gun Salute to Mick's service in the Air Force and Vietnam War.

My, newly widowed, Aunt Rosie receiving Mick's burial flag of the United States of America.