Rest in Peace Uncle Joey

 My uncle. My godfather. The one who bought me that really huge stuffed bear that lived in my room for a good part of my childhood. Remembering visits to his apartment with all the Hess trucks, baseball cards, and all his collections. Always listening to music. Waiting at the hospital with my grandma for his daughter to be born. The good times. I long to remember the good times.

The last thing I wrote to him, on Father's Day, was how thankful I was to have him as an uncle and godfather, not realizing that it would be the last thing I'd ever get to say to him.  That brings me peace.

Rest in peace my cool Uncle Joey!