Saturday, May 18, 2013
Uncle Paul, it would take quite a while to write about all of my memories of you.
As a young adult, I remember being invited to several family dinners during the cold winter months. The house was warm and inviting. When I stop and think, I can still see the Christmas decorations, hear the light conversation and feel the warmth.
I remember noticing that you didn't have to do that, but you did anyway, and you never seemed to expect anything in return. I never told you I noticed, but I did.
