I have hesitated in putting up this picture of my Uncle Mike.
I know that I have others that are better, but just can't get my hands on them
and a working scanner to make this happen for me.
But this will do for today.
Uncle Mike was actually my mother's uncle.
Which makes him my second uncle/great uncle? Not sure what it's called.
It never mattered. He was always an integral part of my life growing up.
He was my godfather to start.
And through thick and thin,
(mine, his, and our family's crap, because we all have crap, guys,
and I'm OK with admitting it without a problem)
he was ALWAYS there for me. ALWAYS.
And I always considered him more of a father to me than my own.
He was the last "adult" in our family to die.
Only the "kids" are left. Yes, us "kids" are all adults and have our own
families, but we all only had him. And now we don't.
And before this post becomes something that it isn't...I will end it now.