A couple weeks ago, my uncle passed away. Now, don’t go crying for him. He’s in heaven, and not suffering anymore. For 21 years, he struggled with a disease called lupus. It made his life not too much fun, but he held on for one reason: he loved his family. It was not until he knew that they would be alright, that he let himself slip from this life into the next. So if you want to cry, cry for us. Those he left behind will have only memories and the knowledge that Jim is living a better life than us as consolation. Really, that’s not much to cry about, but if you really feel like crying, go ahead.

One of the other cool things that happened as a result of Jim’s timely end, is that his family was brought together once more. Many memories were recalled, and some were even relived. My dad took his sister out for a motorcycle ride one afternoon, and I’ve got the pictures to prove it.

Babies have the coolest toys…ever. This weekend I’m visiting my aunt and uncle, and my cousin is up from missouri, so I get to see their daughter, Kira, for the first time ever. I held her, she cried. Chrystine took her back, immediately, she was silent. For the rest of the night, we ate, and watched Kira play with all her toys. It’s dreadfully exciting, mostly because I wonder, “why didn’t I have cool toys like that when I was a baby?” Of course, even if I did, I wouldn’t remember them. In all, it’s been pretty exciting, but now I’m feeling rather uninspired.