My Uncle Jack took me on my first date. The memory isn't as strong as it used to be. It was a loonngg time ago. I'm going to try and recall some of the details though.
I believe I was wearing a light blue spring jacket. Popular with all the four-year-olds at the time. (At least I think I was four.) I'm pretty sure it was in the fall.
He took me on a walk around the bluffs near Davenport, Iowa. I remember seeing rock faces so tall they made me feel tiny. OK - I WAS only four. So I was pretty small to begin with. But the colors were spectacular and I felt so special. I remember tall trees. The quietness of nature. It was breathtaking -- even for a four-year-old.
It was just me and my uncle. He made me feel so grown up. Calling it a date and all. He even took me out to lunch. I think we ate at Hardee's. The date didn't last too long. But the memory of how I felt has stayed with me my entire life.
Then, due to family things I'm never going to fully know or understand, my uncle decided to leave the family. He went away. It's been many, many years since I've seen or talked with my uncle.
God is doing wonderful things in our family though. There has been healing. My dad is in contact with his brother again. And maybe... just maybe... I might get to see my uncle again too.
In the meantime, Uncle Jack found me on this blog and left me a comment last week. He didn't leave an e-mail so I could say "hi" back though. So with that in mind... Hi Uncle Jack! I love you! I hope all is well. Thanks for stopping by.