Rest well. Your story has ended

As if this month couldn’t get any weirder…..

My uncle died this past Saturday. It was unexpected, at least from my scope of the story, but not entirely unexpected. You see, he was an uncle by marriage, married to my eldest maternal aunt. My memories of him were filled with him being loud and obnoxious and well, he was really just the man that married my aunt and was the father of three of my cousins.

We lived most of my life in different states on opposite sides of the country and only saw each other at funerals and a few family-get-togethers. I didn’t much like spending time with him. I thought he was full of himself. And he probably was.

But he also had a side to him that I had come to appreciate as I aged. He had a habit of telling people to be selfish on their birthdays, giving them permission to put themselves ahead of others for just one day. He may have been loud and obnoxious and opinionated, but he also supported me as a writer, encouraging me to keep going when I wanted to give up. Often, I would roll my eyes at his comments left on my author page on Facebook, but I also would appreciate that he took the time to care and didn’t ignore me like others seem to do.

And he was devoted to his kids. I won’t go into details on my cousins since I respect their privacy, but I know he helped them in ways that only my uncle could. He loved Charles Dickens and A Christmas Carol and loved my aunt, missing her even five years after her death. He loved his grandkid and animals and swimming and English. He loved theater and reading and being his obnoxious self.

He wrote a full story of life, one in which chapters were filled with stories and adventures and so many bits of love and magic and light. Sure, he was an obnoxious know-it-all curmudgeonly fellow who tended to get under peoples’ skin from time to time, but he was also a genuinely good dude and I will miss our typed sparring. I will miss the goofiness that made me roll my eyes and gnash my teeth….. and I will miss him for who he was.

Rest well, Uncle Mark. Your story has ended. Your last sentence is penned. But your magic…. that will never end, just as your love never did.

Stay magical, friends.

Write your own story.

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