Today would have been Uncle Pat's birthday!

I never sent him a birthday card but I thought about him every birthday for the last 4 years since Ezra was born almost on his birthday. I remember being at Grandpa's funeral and hearing him say, "it's my birthday." I said, "it is?" I kissed him and wished him happy birthday and admired the fact that he was so selfless to share his birthday with the inlaws of his nephew. I had no idea that I was going to have a baby on the next day. I loved him so much, but life never really gave me the opportunity to show him. He lived long enough to out live dad and see dad's youngest grands and even the great-grands. What a beautiful man he was.