This weeks TBT is all about my Uncle George. Uncle George was my Mom’s first cousin, and they were so close. Just like brother and sister.
I was raised calling him Uncle George, until I made a stupid joke one day, and called Aunt Betty, Uncle Betty, and after that everyone called him Aunt George.
He loved Betty so much he allowed this nickname to be used for years and years. It wasn’t until after her death that he asked me to call him Uncle George again. Which I did, until the day he died.
Growing up, Uncle George was the one who taught us all to swim, dive, bowl, ride a bike, play badmitton, or give us the keys to his car, so we could listen to America’s Top 40, on the car radio.
When I was at the beach one day, I stepped on glass, and Uncle George walked, carrying me the entire way home, and then helped Mom get me to the doctor, where my dangling toe was stitched up.
Over the course of my life, he was always there for me. Which is why, when I married for the second time, he walked me down the isle, while my father played the organ.
I was really happy about this, as it somehow just seemed right to do it this way. Me with the wonderful man, who meant so much to me, all of my life.
Getting his bouteneer.
Walking me down the isle.
He has been gone a while now, but I still miss this wonderful and important man. He truly was one in a million!
A very warm tribute to someone who was obviously very dear to you, he sounds like the perfect uncle.
You look absolutely radiant in those pictures.
(And, so you started the toe-mangling thing at a young age, did you?) 😉
He was a warm and wonderful guy! Missing him always! Love you George! Love YOU, Mel