The Loss of Uncle Tim.

This past Sunday my Dad's youngest brother, my Uncle Tim, passed away. A week earlier he was in an accident at work and was in a coma, which he never woke up from.

I wasn't lucky enough to know my Uncle Tim well. He and his wife Nardine moved to Florida before I was born. My Dad reconnected with a lot of his family over the last several years, and my Uncle Tim was one of his brothers that he became close with again. What I can tell you is that I loved every single thing my Dad told me about my Uncle. He was what you wished all of your family could be like. From little things like opening his home to my Dad, to lending him his car while visiting, for taking him to a Panthers game with great seats... to being what I feel was an amazing father and husband from the stories I've been told. He leaves behind three children, a grandaughter, and his wife and I cannot begin to fathom how much they will miss him, along with what I am sure are many friends and family. Since I heard of his accident from my cousin Amber I woke up (and still wake up) with a pit in my stomach every day, so sad for their loss.

I was lucky enough to have my Uncle and Amber attend my wedding in 2008 and I last saw him in 2011. The first three pictures are from our wedding which make me laugh so hard because basically NO ONE is looking at the camera. But, you can tell how excited and happy the siblings were to be together. The last is of Uncle Tim and I in 2011.

Life is so unfair sometimes. I can't believe that Uncle Tim is gone. I asked my cousin Ashly today if there was anything I could do for her and she said - hug your Dad for me.

Remember to always hug the ones you love and tell them how much they mean to you.

Love you Uncle Tim.