A Tribute

The primary reason why I started this blog was to keep up on the news for my uncle’s illness two years ago.

He had Amyloidosis, as I have mentioned in an earlier blog entry, and it was a long, hard battle for him. That’s sort of putting it lightly.

He was in so much pain. Since he lived in New Jersey, I couldn’t see him at all during his illness. In fact, the last time I saw him was on Independence Day 2008. I would’ve never imagined that this would be the last time I would see, touch, hear, hug, kiss, and spend time with him.

Here he was, on the last day I ever saw him. At this point in time, no one could've ever began to imagine what would happen to him.

Needless to say, he didn’t make it through. Not even until Christmas.

December 20, 2008: a day I, nor anyone else in my family, will ever forget.

So, with the second anniversary of his death just around the corner, I thought that I’d pay a tribute to him.

Let this be a tribute to the greatest photographer, uncle, father, brother, husband, son, cousin, co-worker…. The list could go on and on. He was loved by so, so many people. More people than I can even begin to imagine.

I know one thing for certain, however. He was – and still is – loved by me.

Here’s to you, Uncle Paul. You may have left this earth, but you’ve never left my heart.