It was six years ago yesterday that Mom, Sister and I were in Florida, soaking up the sun on Siesta Key. It had been a beautiful day, lots of sun, one elderly man in a banana hammock for our viewing pleasure and good times.
We got back to the hotel ... the phone had a message.
Call Krin.
Krin is my cousin, just four months older than I am. We've had drastically different lives (her: married 17 years with 4 kiddos and now finishing nursing school) but have always been sisters in spirit and heart.
Her dad, my uncle Wayne, had been in a car accident. One so similar to the one my aunt Lindy (his wife) had had some 21 years earlier that it was frightening. She sounded so alone and scared.
Later that week, after returning to Indy -- I immediately drove north to see her and see Uncle Wayne. He squeezed my hand, I told him I loved him. A few short weeks later he was gone ... and I miss him still.
On the list of men I've known in my life, he's on top. A family man to the core, he was one of my biggest cheerleaders ... always telling me I could do whatever I wanted to do, to do the right thing, focus, work hard ... and that he loved me.
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