One of the most dreaded questions of any young girl who hasn’t even hit puberty yet is; got a boyfriend yet? For me in particular.  I have the type of personality that swings between painfully shy and slightly obnoxious, the latter being reserved for when there aren’t any boys around.  Not that boys have cooties and are gross or any of that Grade 3 stuff, but when you’ve got no game with the opposite sex the last thing you want is someone to bring it up…infront of hords of onlookers.

But that’s just what my Uncle Plem did my entire life.  And I loved it.  Whenever I walked into a room he was in, he’d stop what he was doing, smile, and ask; got a boyfriend yet?  I’ll always remember it.  He did that right up until he got too sick to really be himself anymore, but I knew if he could, he’d ask.

The last time I saw him, about a year ago, he’d just had his other leg amputated and said he’d never felt better! To which I replied we should all be so lucky; nothing like a bit of humor right? Although he was sick for the past few years and not quite himself, he was a great man whom we all loved dearly and am sad to know he’s gone, but excited to know he’s not suffering and is at home with his Father and saviour.

It’s never easy saying goodbye and even harder to watch those closest mourn, but God provides comfort and an eternal resting place where everyone has two good legs.  When I think about that, it’s hard to be sad.

Rest in peace and I’ll let you know when that boyfriend finally comes.