Rest Easy, Uncle Paul

The last of my mother's brothers...

I lost my Uncle Paul this morning.

For those who have read pieces of my book, you probably know how much he meant to me. He was my mom’s last living brother, one of three, and he held a very special place in my heart.

Grief is strange. He had dementia for the last couple of years, so in some ways it felt like we were losing him slowly. And now I’m in that weird place of knowing he is gone, but not quite believing it yet.

I’ve experienced a lot of loss recently, and today I’m just praying there are brighter days ahead.

Rest easy, Uncle Paul. You were loved.