Miss you

I just want to write about something that Ive been meaning to since the 20th of February. February 20th was my Uncle Pauls birthday. He passed away a few years ago. This man was one of the greatest men on this earth. I cant sing his praises enough. He was diagnosed with Prostate and Bone cancer around 2004-2005. I dont know the exact date, but he looked and seemed fine at my wedding, which was October of 2004. He was even the photographer at it. I saw him again at Christmas and still looked like nothing was wrong. I moved out of state after I got married, so I didnt see him like I used to. Not that we saw each other a lot, since him and my aunt live about 3 hrs away. Anyways, I saw him whenever I came back to GA from TX...which was quite a few times the year of 2005. We then found out he was sick. He was in and out of the hospital and I had come home specifically to see him in the hospital. Well the last time I saw him was in January of 2006. He was so very sick. And so was I. I found out I was pregnant with Cohen. I was about 15 or 16 weeks pregnant and had some awful hemorrhoids. It wasnt the greatest visit for either of us. But I had to see him before i moved away. We moved to Germany about a week or so later. I talked to him online some while we were there. My birthday is February 19th and his is the 20th. So i called him on his birthday and wished him a great one, even though i knew it wasnt going to be so great. He sounded so bad but I was glad that i got to talk to him for a few. That was the last time i got to talk to him before he passed away. It was about a month later i suppose that he passed away. I was late in my pregnancy when my mom called to tell me. She asked to speak to Matt, which she never does. So i just knew. I was stuck in Germany for his funeral...so i couldnt be there. Man, I miss him so much.

I think about him often. Wish he was here to meet Cohen and Connor. I know he would love them to pieces. The years have passed. I have pictures of him in the house. Most of them arent framed. This brings me to what happened this February 20th. We were getting ready to go to Branson for the day and we were down in the basement getting things ready to put in the car that was in the garage.....Cohen was being nosey in the sideboard and called me over to show me a picture. He said "mommy who is that with you?" I looked at the picture and it was a graduation picture of me and my uncle paul together. I havent seen that picture in years. I dont even know how or why it was in the sideboard. It, i thought, was supposed to be in the box of pictures i have in the garage. Of course, I told him that that was his great uncle paul and that apparently he was looking down on us that day. It was just so weird that it was his birthday and we found that picture. I cant say that i do or dont believe in angels and that sort of thing. But he was definitely there today and showing his presence.

I love you and miss you dearly....can hardly wait to see you again. : )