The world lost a great man last weekend and we buried him yesterday. My aunt described my uncle as a very kind man who was full of life. She also mentioned that she lost the love of her life but that she was happy she got to spend the time she had with him.
My greatest fear is not spiders or snakes, or not being successful. It’s: never knowing what it feels like to have a “love of my life.”
I hope that I am just as lucky as her one day.
R.I.P. to my uncle, Bill Spannagel.