Yesterday evening I found myself thinking a lot about my Uncle.

It started while watching a TV show and he just came to me. I will admit, it was not a happy thought.

Recently, his memory will come and it will go. That statement makes it sound fleeting, but it is far from that. I mean comes and goes throughout the day. There is rarely a day that goes by where I do not spend time thinking about it. Sometimes short moments far a part. Sometimes longer ones closer together. The past couple of weeks have been pretty good for me as the thoughts and memories have generally been happy ones instead of haunting ones.

Like last weekend when I made this chocolate cake with a raspberry cream cheese icing for my Grandmother’s (on the other side of the family) birthday. I unnamedalways think of him when I bake. I love to bake, as I am sure you have noticed by now. Typically I will bring a baked something to all our family gatherings. Uncle B would always tell me how he looked forward to whatever dessert I chose to bring and was my main source for honest feedback on my desserts. Really, honest feedback and advice on way more than just cake. I really miss that. I can just see his face now.

Anyway, I digress. Last night while watching TV, in reaction to something I saw or heard I guess, I quickly got sad and began to replay in my mind everything that had happened. It is crazy how that feeling can envelope you in an instant. I stopped myself from going too far down that road (yay me for controlling my focus!), but I could not quite shake the feeling.

After texting with my Cousin before bed later that night about other things, she brought it up. I decided to send my Aunt a quick text to remind her that I love her.

I think it is time for us all to come back together.

Walk in love, dear readers.


6 thoughts on “Replay

  1. Katie Arendale

    I thought a whooooole lot more about him yesterday too (or was it the day before?). I even cried a little omw home from work. I’m right there with you girl. I wish I could gather with y’all. xx

  2. It’s good to feel sorrow- a person who was a part of your life should be missed and mourned. Feeling sorrow and pain is part of a complete life. And while it’s terrible, it gives depth to our souls. You may find that you start to feel close to your uncle when you’re baking. My grandfather was a baker and when I make bread or rolls I remember him and I smile.

    1. I agree with you. It is interesting to me how it comes up, how you can’t trace it. At least for me. That is a lovely part of your grandfather to have!

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