What My Uncle Rich Did For Me

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Growing up I had everything a kid could have ever wanted or hoped for. My family was the greatest, not to mention the most absolutely spontaneous and crazy people you will ever meet. We were one of those families that would make a scene everywhere we went. We were loud, obnoxious and completely insane, and I loved every second of it. One of my fondest memories was every summer we would rent a house in Avalon and my whole Moms side of the family would go down; Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents, you name it and we were all there. My Moms youngest brother, my Uncle Rich, was always making everything we did ten times better and ten times more fun. He was one of us, a kid at heart. For every time my Mom said no to something, he’d always be the one to say go ahead Noelle I’ll cover for you and then catch up. We would play for hours upon hours just the two of us and I felt like I was on top of the world every time. When I was with him, I had no worries, and my biggest problem was when we were going to get to do it again. But even that wasn't a problem because I saw him all the time since my family was always together. We would go to my grandparent’s house almost every Sunday for a family dinner and as usual while all the adults were talking inside he was outside with us having a catch, shooting hoops or telling us one of his famous stories. We would beg him to take us to the park that was a few blocks away from my grandparents and he would take us every time with a smile. He loved being with us and giving us whatever we wanted. My favorite thing in the world was the adventures he always took us on. We would go on hikes through the woods and get lost almost every time, then my mom and my aunt would come driving around looking for us a... ... middle of paper ... ... and when things seem to be at their worse, I will remember that smile. There are no words that anyone can use to ease the pain and anger that I feel in my soul. Knowing that my Uncle Rich is in heaven smiling down on me offers me a little consolation as I try to pick up the pieces of my life and make sense of this senseless tragedy. I’ll always miss him; I miss him more and more every day. It’s a challenge to go through life without him. But if I only remember one thing for the rest of my life then let it be this, you have to live as if you were going to die tomorrow, and learn as if you were going to live forever. Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived, and that is exactly what my Uncle Rich has taught me to live for.

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