This is my Uncle John. He was my Dad’s older brother. My dad died when I was 18 and I think of him every day. I still cry.
Uncle John and Dad were similar in both looks and personality. My heart used to skip a beat when I saw Uncle John because he was so much like my Dad.
I love spending time with Uncle John, when I hug him I feel like I’m hugging my Dad again.
This is how I think my Dad would look today if he had lived.
Recently I read a book dedication from one of my cousins who lost his own Dad a year ago and it read ‘everything I see through my eyes is a gift from him’. I love this so much.
I love my Dad and I love Uncle John.