My Uncle Jim has been in my thoughts a lot the past few days. He was my dad's oldest sibling, and I always loved him. He had a thick head of hair that he combed back in perfect, silver waves. He had a crooked smile and shockingly blue eyes. He had a bad knee, and he was always a little crooked when he stood up. When our families got together, he always spoke to me about things he knew were important to me. He was a cowboy/rancher who loved his horses.
My dad was the youngest of seven. He died six years ago, and there are only three siblings left. My cousins and I see each other more often these days - at the funerals.
I am pleased that Jim has moved beyond the physical realm. I hope he will send a signal to me from the other side - a message of love to the niece who is missing him.
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