In June of 2020, we lost our uncle Mike.
There is nothing he loved more than his family. My auntie, his girls, his brothers, and all the rest of us. We were his everything, and he made sure we all knew it. This love extended to all of the children that entered his life.
To have to say goodbye during COVID was exceptionally difficult. Not being able to see him, when you know all he wanted was the people he loved around him. And not being able to comfort each other is so hard during these difficult times.
Uncle Mike could be a big gooba and would make us all laugh. But, he said what he thought needed to be said and he was there for every one of us, for anything we needed. He made sure all of our birthdays, parties, graduations, weddings, showers, and all of Michael’s Run events, went off without a hitch.
Lasagna and meatballs for EVERYONE! That’s what happens when a Frenchman falls in love with an Italian girl. 🙂
Everything he did was in love for all of us.
He was a gift.
With all of the children in his life, I’ve always joked that I am the first of uncle Mike’s babies. We had a special relationship and I treasured him.
His loss has left a hole in our lives that I know needs to be filled with all of the wonderful memories… and giggles… that he left us with. I’m working on it.
Grief is hard work.