I'm not very good at letting go. I'm good at getting attached. So when I think about my own relatives leaving this world for the next one, although knowing it's a better place, I still find it unnerving. My Uncle Jimmy is the sweetest old man. He eats at Panera so much that they know him by name. He talks about the local colleges and students and all that they accomplish. He loves the town he lives in with a fervor. He speaks of his late wife like she was an angel, even before she left to be one. He loves art and nature and beauty and is such a kind man. When I look at him I can see the artist in me. And although I, living several states away, didn't get to see him all the time I can't imagine his house empty. I can't imagine him not being there to visit. The odds are that you, the reader of this blog, have no idea who this sweet man is. But he is exactly the kind of person that you would wish you knew.
