This is my truth

The Irish

The goodness in my life was my Uncle Bill. He and I went together like peas & carrots!
He was there for me & my Mom from day 1.
He drove her to all of her Dr. Appointments and was even the man who picked us up from the hospital when I was born!
He moved to the US from Ireland when he was 26 years old and his accent was thick!
Everything he said sounded happy & playful!
Like music to me ♥️
As a baby I'd ride in his lap in the car while he drove (not safe, I know!) and I'd tap my foot to the beat of the music on the radio in perfect time.
My mom said that I was born with rhythm & good timing!
She didn't say nice things that she didn't mean.
She was WAY too real for that!
So, I believe it.
My Uncle Bill taught me how to whistle when I was 11 months old!
Him & my Mom thought that I was the greatest thing in the world!
They paraded me around everywhere together!
They were strictly friends but they were very best friends.
He had a wife in Ireland and he was most faithful to her.
He was so amazing 🌟
He talked to me constantly and gave me wet willies taught me how to read and that the Nile is the longest river!
He acted as my Dad and he was wonderful at it 🥰
The sun shines down on me through him still to this day even now as I'm sitting here writing 🌞
He was my first and best best friend 🌺 he shared his love of life with me and took me places to explore and see flowers and parades and he took pictures of me constantly!
He was a wonderful photographer 📷
I am sure that I was his favorite subject.
Even through my moody teenage years he took pictures of me.
He always went out of his way to make me laugh!
Everything was silly & funny to him 🙃
He was joy full!
Not just joyful.
He was full of joy!
He was my rock.
I was very quiet.
He took the time to reach me deep down & connect with me ♥️
Right at the heart!
He was so beautiful inside!
He is my example of "don't know what you've got until it's gone".
As I look back on my childhood and all of the hard things I went through I realize deeply and profoundly that he was my glue.
I didn't have to talk to tell him my life was hard.
He knew.
And he stayed.
He became my stepdads very best friend.
He came over every night after work to watch the news with my parents & visit us.
He would sit and read the paper.
He had tea and toast everyday.
He loved honey.
His favorite color was blue.
He especially loved birds.
He sunburned easy.
He wore button up shirts only.
He loved me & my Mom & Stepdad.
He was good to us.
We took us places almost every weekend.
My Grandma loved him and had a serious crush on him 🥰
She didn't like anyone really so that should tell you something!
I'm sitting here crying for nothing because he's here with me!
Not just in my heart.
But in my character.
In my morals.
In my joy.
In me.
He lives on in me.
In every single one of my blessings 💫
I see the world through the eyes of a child, like he did.
In my mind there is a place where I'm still 4, before all the bad things, I am riding in the passenger seat.
My parents are in the back seat laughing & joking.
And my Uncle Bill is teaching me new words.
My favorite word is "unique".
He taught it to me when I was 4.

He told me that I was "most unique"!
I wonder how he knew...
I'm pretty sure he knew a little bit about everything!
And he knew me better than anyone back then.