Today marks a year since the one person I knew could make me laugh, no matter what, passed away.
My Uncle Jim was the kind of person who could make people smile just by walking into a room. His smile, among all of them, was always the widest and always contagious. His laughter filled the room, and though it was loud and boisterous it was always nice to hear. He carried himself with pride, even when his health forced him into a wheelchair, as is to be expected with a Marine. And he always knew what to say and do to make everything better.
I know that the loss of an uncle doesn't sound as bad as a parent, or a grandparent, or someone that is