“You’ll be just like the daughter I never had!”
Not a blood-related uncle, but one chosen, loved for his goofy humor, & his staunch defense of a gawky girl with teeth too big for her face.
One of my dad’s best friends, but my chosen “Uncle”.
One of the few allowed to call me by a nickname that had previously been reserved strictly for family who’d known me since birth.
Uncle Harold. The man who let me ride his horses whenever I wanted, who always told me what a beautiful girl I was, when I knew better. I was an awkward teen, & not very self-secure.
His younger son was my classmate, his older son was in my brother’s grade. We herded cattle on horseback together once or twice a year, for many years.
Who passed away from cancer just a couple days ago.
Whose funeral is on Saturday, and I will be there.
Because I’m the daughter he never had.
Goodbye, Uncle Harold.
I love you.