|My Uncle Roger and I. One of my best buddies growing up!|
TAKEN: JUNE 27th, 2005
I have always loved this photo of my Uncle Roger and I.
Though we are both smiling in the moment, it was a day surrounded by sorrow. It was taken in my side yard, the afternoon after we buried my dad.
Growing up, I really didn't understand that my uncle had special needs. It never crossed my mind why, as a grown man, that he still lived at home.
I just knew that I loved spending time with him, and at the end of the day, he has always rated at one of my favourites.
Later in life, I learned that he weighed over ten pounds when he was born, and the home birth had been a hard one. I believe the prognosis was that he would never mature mentally past that of a young tween. Which was perfect for me growing up!
He passed away in October of 2019 at the age of 86 and their is no doubt that he immediately went straight to heaven.
After all, look above his head... He was already boasting his halo in 2005!!