This is a photo of my father (on the left) and his friend, my Uncle Bob. When I was a girl and the adults in my life were ridiculous, Uncle Bob picked me up so we could hang out.
He's been visiting me in my dreams recently. When I wake, I realize I missed him and ask to go back again so I can give him a hug.
I love you, and I miss you.💚
Thank you, Maggie.
I was quite young when he was in my life.
He took me driving (on quiet country roads). I got to sit on his lap and steer while he controlled the pedals. Sometimes in the fall, we would drive out to the woods where the maple trees grew and were tapped for sap. I walked the logging trails and would meet back up with him at the sugar shack where the syrup was made.
He lived on a small farm, and sometimes he would take me to the barn and let me help him feed the cows or help clean the manure from the stalls.
He also helped me collect cans to get money to buy chocolate bars. (LOL)
I think of him as a hero and protector. He was always there for me and seems to still be supporting me in my dreams.
My dad remarried when I was ten, and I am just realizing that both Uncle Bob and I lost the relationships we had with him when this happened. I had never made this realization before, but now it makes sense to me that he understood what I was going through because he was going through the same thing.
I am grateful for his presence in my life.
This is so lovely. What did you like to do when you guys would hang out?