If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.

I wish I could have known you.
I was very young when you were taken from us.
It still feels sometimes like you’re still here.
You’re still in Texas, and you’ll come home next Christmas.
When I think about you, I can’t help but cry.
If I could tell you one thing, it would be how loved you were, and still are.
The hole that is left in our family will never be filled.
I have a couple memories.
You scooping me up in a big hug. Or tickling me.
I wish I had more.
I treasure the gifts I have from you.
They sit on my desk, right in the center.
I’m glad you and my mom were able to work out your differences before it was too late.
When you were in the hospital, you told them that more than anything, you wish you could be home right now. I wish that too. I wish you would have been home, so I could have told you that even though I didn’t know you, I loved you just the same.
More than anything, I wish you were still here.
We loved you, we still do, and we always will.
You will always be in my heart.
Rest In Peace, Uncle Thom.
I miss you.