I only had one uncle growing up, Uncle Bill. I remember
when I saw him at my wedding to my husband Steve in 2004. He was happy at the
age of 88 to be able to come to my wedding and help us celebrate. I can recall
making the rounds to our guests and arriving at his table to thank him for
attending our joyful day. He told me that he was pleased to have come but that
it was probably going to be the last time he saw me alive. Little did I realize
how correct he was because I didn't ever see him after that. Time and life's
happenings got in the way of me visiting him.
I attended his funeral and picked up the card as a
tangible remembrance of his life. I always kept this card in a special book
that I read daily, mostly because of the serene picture on the front side. Now
as I reread the verse it seems to take on new meaning again. In fact it gives
me "Strength". Read the words. Life, destination, journey,
unexpected, turning point, mountaintops, valleys. Each one separate unto itself
and yet all can be summed up in the final sentence of the sentiment. Thank you
Uncle Bill for being part of my life then and now.
Until our next genealogical appointment…
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