It is weird looking at a computer screen after 8 days has gone by without it. It's almost a feeling of "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?" and "wow. my life seems so much simpler without having to look at you!" Anyway, I had planned coming home from my friends wedding and blog about the greatest weekend ever. But right now my heart isn't in to sharing all of my fun details...although I have never laughed so consistently hard in all my life. I will have this perma-headache forever I think. Anyway, more on the weekend later. Right now I am heading straight down the serious road.
You know those stories where you end up feeling sorry for the person who is getting jipped by life because he or she is such a great person...and why do things like this happen to great people? Well this is basically the situation. This is a story about my favorite uncle. And to all my other uncles out there, I apologize but Georgie is only 8 years older than me and the closest thing to an older brother that I have ever had.
Growing up we had the typical competing behavior...me competing for his love...him competing...well just to get rid of me. I was the follower, I like X-Men because he liked X-Men, Batman because he did, He-man because he had the tower, and so on and so forth. I wanted to mimic him in every way possible, because he was my "older sibling." Our favorite competition story is one where he is eating a pickle...and since he is eating one...I of course want one. So I beg and beg and beg for him to get me a pickle. And when he finally does, I take my first bite into the not so tasty jalapeno. I may have been 4 then, him 12, but we never are reluctant to relive that moment when we see each other.
As years go by, I take note of all his high school stories, just thinking he is so cool. And then I relish in his college breaks because I thought it was so cool that he got a whole month for Christmas vacation. I started listening to music that he seemed to worship...Aerosmith, U2, etc. And then he got married to his supercool wife and our friendship turned into one of grown up family members...where we talk when we see each other, and our kids now play together

. I was so blessed to have him sing me down the aisle 4 and a half years ago on my wedding day. I was ecstatic when he said he would sing and play at all...he literally has a voice of an angel, and can play the guitar like a god. Secretly I have always wanted him to be a rock star so I could boast that he is my uncle and once gave me a jalapeno.

Anyway, he is one of the sweetest pieces to my families puzzle and we recently found out that he has a type of cancer that is resting deep into his throat. I don't know all the details...and I'm not sure what they know yet, but besides my worst fears of losing him, I am so scared that when he makes it through this alive...that I will not be able to hear his sweet voice again, whether talking or singing. I believe they meet with doctors today, and talk about their procedures next week...but I'm asking if everyone could please pray for this delicate situation, their two sweet children who may know nothing of this, for Karen's strength and peace, and for Georgie's safety. I know there is always room for a miracle, but they are short without prayer, so please keep them on your minds.