My Uncle Mac passed away this morning.
He was special to me.
Uncle Mac, Cousin Steve, Aunt Faye
When I was young I used to sit on his foot, and hold onto his leg and he would walk around the room and zoom me in the air. He had this rough exterior...but you knew inside he was as sweet as molasses.
I loved his laugh.
He was one person that never put me down about my religious beliefs or thought ill of me. We actually talked pretty deeply about the Lord. I was able to share some books with him. He is the only one of my relatives (not talking about my husbands side of the family or our children) that I have really been able to talk about the deeper things of God with. I can just picture him up in heaven, finding the answer to all the questions he pondered.
I bet he is bouncing our little baby on his foot...zooming around the corridors of heaven.
Heaven just got a little more beautiful today
and has given me more to look forward to in eternity.