I've been back to my beautiful home state of Michigan to attend Uncle Joe's funeral. I was only 18 months old when my own father died so my uncles were very important to me. I wonder if they knew that? Wish I'd told them. I got home late last night from a whirlwind weekend filled with wonderful family and lots of memories. I knew I had this picture of Uncle Joe and me somewhere and went through dozens of drawers and photo packets looking for it today.
I also found this picture of Cousin Jan and me (on the right) wearing our Christmas present from Aunt Peggy and Uncle Joe. It's too cute, right?