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Today is my uncle's birthday.
I was especially close to him, because he was the nicest person I knew. He died last March, while waiting on a heart transplant at the Mayo clinic in Minnesota. I miss him like no other. My favorite memory of him is one I will cherish forever. He was the janitor at a small-town middle school. He was really close to all the kids, and they loved him, so much. One year in junior high, my band's solo/ensemble contest happened to be at that school. I made sure he knew what time and where I was performing, and sure enough, when I was finished, he was outside the door, smiling. I was ecstatic that day. Espeially since after I performed he took me around the school, showing me the teacher's pets he had to take care of, and I got to help.
To this day, I cherish the time he took out of his work day to watch me, and show me around. It was really fun, and it meant a lot to me. Little did I know then, 4+ years later he would pass away without me getting to say good-bye. I know he is always watching over me, and I feel as if he's standing right behind me, reading this over my shoulder and smiling.
He could never hold a grudge;
He didn't regret anything in his life;
He was barely 20 when his own father died, same as his only son.
He was instantly lovable, friendly, and a great dad, uncle, husband, and janitor. I know I could go to him for anything.
He made you feel different than others-he truly listened to what you had to say.
I miss him like crazy.
I wish I could look him in the eye, say "I love you" one last time, hug him, and then watch him fly away, to be with his baby nephew, his father, and grandparents.
Happy 54th birthday, Uncle Jim
I love you.