My Favorite Uncle

Paul Allen is, today and has always been, my favorite uncle. That line has become more and more humorous as the years have gone by, as he has outlasted all of the rest. But the love and sentiment behind it are nothing to be laughed at.

My childhood memories are full of Uncle Paul and Aunt Arma Jo. They were my first definition of neighbor and family. I had no idea that other children did not have a loving aunt and uncle living just a house or two away. It seemed as natural as having a mom and dad. Just the thought that they were close-by was all I needed for reassurance during my youth that love was within reach. I could simply look down the road and know that there were loving arms waiting for me through that door.

I have never known anyone who could make me feel more appreciated than my Uncle Paul. Being the third of a family of four, it was sometimes difficult to get anyone's attention, but that was never true of Paul. The minute he saw me, everything would stop. He would smile and shout out my name like I was the only kid on the planet. Even today, that is still true as he smiles his "Paul smile" and says "Hey Ter," as I walk in. His smile and the sparkle in his eyes tell me that I am loved and all my worries melt away. Nothing else matters; Uncle Paul is here to love and protect me.

My Uncle Paul has loved me throughout all of life's joys and sorrows. He was there for all the moments that counted; happy or sad. I have endured the death of my younger brother, celebrated the success of multiple college degrees, been married, divorced, and moved on. And in all of this was the loving support of my uncle. That is certainly not to say that he always took my side. One of the most important gifts of his being is his ability to tell you straight when you are mistaken or taking the wrong road and to get back on track. It may not look like a typical view of love, but it has been through his advice that I have learned to experience love in times of personal disappointment. During these moments of guidance, he never wanted to hurt my feelings and only had my personal happiness at heart. When my tears came, he was always there to wrap me in his arms and tell me that it was all going to be fine. And I knew it was true.

Now as we look toward the future, we are both aware that our years together are numbered. And so, I take time to share the blessing that his love has been to me throughout my life. I know that love is eternal and my love for my uncle will live on through my children and the stories they tell their children and loved ones but I take a moment to say thank you. Thank you Uncle Paul, for all the advice, the hugs, the kisses, and the swift kick now and then that only you could give, but most of all, thank you for the love.