Jewells of Thought

It has been 13 years this weekend. No matter how many years roll around it doesn’t stop the memories or the dull ache of grief. My niece has always been a sweet reminder of how a baby can bring such joy and create a healing comfort from a recent death.

It’s not as recent anymore, my niece was 3 months old when Uncle Mike died. She’s now officially a teenager although technically it seems like shes been one for several years already. My younger brother tends to take after Uncle Mike’s features. So much that Mom and I especially want to call him Mike at times; it just slips out of our lips.

His time at Dialysis made me want to see the process inside of the clinic. I still find it difficult to believe I was sticking patients and cleaning their blood. Talk about being outside my comfort zone. Yet I still remember my uncle’s pain when he didn’t think we were looking. Plus I was on and helped plan those 3 vacations we took because Fresenius assisted us in finding other clinics during those vacations. It was such a blessing to have those priceless memories with Uncle Mike and Grandma when we were given those opportunities.

Do you have such dates that bring about so many emotions?