This is my Uncle Bruce and I in August of 1997. He died 10 years ago today of cancer. He was only 47 years old. I can't believe he has been gone for 10 years. Even though he was so young, he was ready to be with his Lord and wasn't upset when he was nearing the end.
I have this picture right next to my side of the bed so I think of my Uncle often. I became very close to him the last few years he was alive. He loved the outdoors and got away any time he could. He taught me how to fly fish before I left for college, I was never very good.
My Uncle was divorced for many years and never got remarried. I remember that he would do a lot by himself. We would go out to eat and go to a movie without the company of anyone. It used to make me sad that he had to do that, but now that I am older I realize that he was a confident person and didn't mind. He loved the life he had and it didn't need to have anyone else to be happy.
He now has a grandson, Emmit, and he never met Monte nor my boys... those things always bring lots of tears, because I am human and I miss him being here. Beyong all that I am happy because he received salvation in Jesus Christ and embraced it with his whole being and because of that I know I will see him again at the gates of heaven. Oh yes, he'll be there waiting on me ready to give me a great big hug and show me around my forever home.
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