
Last week, my uncle Junior passed away. He had been sick for a long time. He was a good uncle. I had the opportunity to be with my family at the hospice before and after he died as well as with my mom the day before and of the funeral. I heard many stories about him and what a great man he was. I learned that he owns me. My parents did not have a lot of money when I was to be born. They were counting on payday to come so they could have the $25 required to get me out of the hospital. Unfortunatly for them, I was born a week before payday. My Uncle Junior and Aunt LouJean drove from Northern California to Southern California to bail me out. He would always remind my mom that she hadn't paid him back so I really was his kid. He was a great uncle and will be missed.
I am so grateful for the knowledge that I have that families are eternal. I will see him again and will get to be with my family forever if I am only faithful.
Uncle Junior, God be with you until we meet again.