Isabella
Ever since I was a small child, I remember my uncle as a light of happiness and joy that would light up every room no matter the circumstances, some may say that it has been a long time. For me it hasn’t. His last letter to me has far more value than any possession on this earth. When a candle light leaves the room the room is dark, pitch black dark. That’s how it was when he was put to rest. It’s a scar in my soul that only our Heavenly Father can heal. When times were rough for me he was always there to hug me, when nobody else would. Encourage me when everybody would put me down. He would play with me, when nobody else did. I remember my 8th birthday as a child, it wasn’t much. My parents celebrated but I remember that my Uncle was there when I woke up…singing happy birthday. He was the only one that had ever done that for me. He gave me three precious gifts, My first Bible, my cake , and food. I thank the Lord for my Uncle, he had such a heart that can’t be found in any being on this earth. He will always be with me…
