Monday, November 29, 2010

Uncle Terry

I didn't mean to start a blog about death and grieving, but 2010 had its own plans for me. My favorite uncle, Terry ("Sweat), died on November 17.

Terry did not have children or a spouse, but I think it's safe to say he will be remembered fondly by many. Here's why:
  1. His laugh melted a room.
  2. He loved babies.
  3. He sold weed.
  4. He once shit in somebody's lunchbox to prove a point.
  5. He gave heartfelt hugs and kisses.
  6. He wore a purple T-shirt with orange shorts and didn't give a fuck.
  7. He called on your birthday.
  8. He would give you anything he had.
  9. He could slap you on the ass and tell you you were getting fat without hurting your feelings.
  10. He took in stray cats.
  11. He never, ever, EVER worried about cleaning his house.
  12. Kids adored him.
  13. He was fun and funny and ornery and kind.
There aren't many people I love more than I loved Terry. My world is emptier without him, but I am so lucky he was in it at all.