
Originally Posted by
MikeTheBear
Thank you, Angel, for giving me a last chance to praise my Uncle Al before his death. I got a call from my mom last night that he died yesterday of a brain aneurism.
There was a lot of violence in my home when I was a child, but at Uncle Al's (and Aunt Sharon's) house was a place where you could not hit others, yell at them, threaten them, or belittle them. I thrived whenever I spent time at their home. I look like my dad, I have the same laugh, and we have a similar sense of humor. But my heart looks like Uncle Al's.