Lent: Day 13

When I chose my word for the year, “magic”, I did partially for my Uncle Kenny. He was a deep feeler. Someone who marched to the beat of his own drummer. He always seemed to not have a care in the world. And he was very friendly. Lovingly my sisters and I called him “Uncle Pickle” sprouting from a story of the oldest among us not remembering his name on a phone call once upon a time. If there is one word I could use to encapsulate everything my uncle was, it would be “eccentric”. The Google definition is “unconventional and slightly strange”. And that is spot on. He did not subscribe to modern society or what was deemed “normal”.

More to come…