I really like my Uncle Peter. He's always been really friendly and cheerful. He was always there when I was a child, and he loomed over me in the comforting way that Uncles do. I'm the oldest of my brothers, but the child part of me knows that he'll always keep an eye on me. He's a great person. He always helpful and tried hard to be polite and kind to everyone. He knew where he stood and was certain of his beliefs. He always seemed to have this inner energy to him that lit up the air around him.
Sometimes he appeared very stern, but I knew that behind the determined stare was a powerful energy and spirit. He might scold me or my brothers for something we did wrong, but he always kept an eye out for us. I could have spat in the Devil's face, and felt safe knowing my uncle would have glared Satan down if he so much as twitched.
He's been through a lot, my uncle. He's always seemed to have a burden on his shoulders since I was old enough to sit with my dad and his brothers and listen to them talk. As long as I can remember, he's struggled with his past, trying to keep his head up and keep moving. Every now and again, I'd hear from my dad that Uncle Peter had disappeared again. He'd not answer his phone or email for a month or more and would disappear from our lives for a while. I remember praying for him, hoping he'd be ok and that he would come back safe. Then, one day, my dad would mention that my uncle had shown up and was looking for work. I'd feel like a great weight had been moved from me. Even now, if I talk to him or hear something about him I'll feel really proud that he's my uncle and I'll go through the day with my head high.
My Uncle, the phoenix. He might burn out from time to time, but each time he'll rise and blaze a trail in triumph again. He's a great man, and I'm proud to know he's my uncle. He's a guardian and a strong point, and I believe his memory will keep me going whenever I feel down. He's my inspiration and my hero.
Love you Uncle Peter! You're the best!
Sometimes he appeared very stern, but I knew that behind the determined stare was a powerful energy and spirit. He might scold me or my brothers for something we did wrong, but he always kept an eye out for us. I could have spat in the Devil's face, and felt safe knowing my uncle would have glared Satan down if he so much as twitched.
He's been through a lot, my uncle. He's always seemed to have a burden on his shoulders since I was old enough to sit with my dad and his brothers and listen to them talk. As long as I can remember, he's struggled with his past, trying to keep his head up and keep moving. Every now and again, I'd hear from my dad that Uncle Peter had disappeared again. He'd not answer his phone or email for a month or more and would disappear from our lives for a while. I remember praying for him, hoping he'd be ok and that he would come back safe. Then, one day, my dad would mention that my uncle had shown up and was looking for work. I'd feel like a great weight had been moved from me. Even now, if I talk to him or hear something about him I'll feel really proud that he's my uncle and I'll go through the day with my head high.
My Uncle, the phoenix. He might burn out from time to time, but each time he'll rise and blaze a trail in triumph again. He's a great man, and I'm proud to know he's my uncle. He's a guardian and a strong point, and I believe his memory will keep me going whenever I feel down. He's my inspiration and my hero.
Love you Uncle Peter! You're the best!
