Feeling Warmth

The oldest memory I have of Uncle T is of him picking me up from kindergarten. I remember flying into his arms and complaining bitterly about my "no good horrible bad day" at school. He would commiserate some and then I would hop on his bicycle to ride home. Once I was reunited with the neighborhood kids to run around like wild, the memories of my awful day faded magically. We repeated this ritual every day of his stay at our home when he came to pick me up from school. Then it would be time for him to leave. We saw him off at the train station and I would remain forlorn for days after. 

Uncle T was a lot of fun to be around. He was excited about things that adults no longer cared about. We would rope him into our silly games  all the time. He was a hit with all my friends, never tired of our antics and always a great sport. Uncle T's only child is getting married end of this year. I have seen this kid maybe a couple of times in my life and that was in his infancy. 

Uncle T loves this kid dearly. I can hear that same love and warmth in his voice that I remember from my kindergarten days, when he speaks of his son. I felt fortunate I was there first - maybe just around the time T came in touch with his paternal side. I hope I served as a happy introduction for his fatherhood journey and that many others have experienced his wonderful, generous and happy spirit like I have.