On this day in 1998, my Uncle Mike passed away, leaving behind his wife, Concetta. Hey, Uncle Mike, your wife is getting awfully tired of waiting to see you again. She’s been in hospice care since February of 2018, fails more each day, and cannot wait to “go home”. See if you can put in a good word for her, okay?
We spoke about you very fondly this morning. She misses you incredibly. I miss you a lot as well. You were always a gracious, fun-loving person. The world was better for having you in it.