Wednesday, May 27, 2026
My Uncle David… whew.
Where do I even begin?
Some people leave memories.
My uncle left fingerprints on my hearts.
He was the kind of man you never forgot once you met him.
Loud straightforward and honest don't ask him his opinion because he would definitely give it to you, it would come straight from the hip. (Old people would say).
Protective when he loved.
And funny without even trying to be.
He loved hard.
And if he loved you, you knew it.
I grew up looking up to him because he never took any crap off people and I grow up the same way.
Not because he was perfect — but because he was real.
He was strong, bold, full of fire, and if somebody even looked sideways at my Aunt Ronnie, everybody already knew what time it was and she was the same way.
That man would fight in a heartbeat over the woman he loved.
I still remember hearing about the time he got so mad he beat up two guys for my auntie.
Now listen… you couldn’t tell him NOTHING when it came to his wife!
That was his Bonnie and he was Clyde, and everybody knew it.
But behind all that toughness was a man with the softest heart for his family.
He also loved his family like they were pieces of his own heart walking around outside his body.
He loved my children and especially my daughter who he teased from the time that she was a baby tell she was a grown woman.
And Lord, the way he used to joke with my daughter!
He’d look at her with that grin and say,
“Come here, you little black monkey.”
And she would run right over to him laughing because she knew what was coming next.
Then he’d pull her close and say,
“But you beautiful though.”
And baby, she would light up every single time.
That was him.
Funny.
Playful.
Full of life.
Full of love.
And my son loved him too.
All the grandchildren did.
Because he made people feel like family.
Real family.
I’m going to miss the trash talking.
I’m going to miss joking with him.
I’m going to miss hearing his voice.
I’m going to miss his presence.
I’m going to miss knowing I could look over and see him being exactly who he was — one of a kind.
But what gives me peace in the middle of this pain…
is knowing he gave his life to Christ.
Out of everything beautiful about him, that means the most.
Because now the fighter can finally rest.
The protector can finally lay his burdens down.
The man who loved everybody else so hard is now wrapped in the love of God Himself.
And though my heart hurts deeply, I thank God he’s no longer suffering.
No more pain.
No more struggle.
No more hurting.
Just peace.
Uncle David, thank you for every laugh.
Every memory.
Every lesson.
Every joke.
Every moment of love you gave so freely.
You were truly a character.
Truly unforgettable.
And truly loved.
And no matter how much time passes…
there will never be another you.
