Wednesday, September 25, 2024
When I was 5 years old, my Uncle George was a hero. He flew airplanes and with a twinkle in his eye would sneak me candy when my parents were not looking. Or so I thought. He and my Auntie Lou were ever present when I was a small child. One year we spent Christmas together and they gifted me my first ever Cabbage Patch doll. Now, this was the 80's, and if you remember the news from then, that act alone was a level of love and doting a small girl never forgets. My Uncle George always made me feel special, even when our lives took different directions and we lost our beloved Auntie Lou when I was a teen. I will always treasure how he loved me, and be grateful for him as my Godfather.
Melissa Brown
