Ashlee Stewart
Uncle Fuzzy has played such a significant role in my life - all of my life. Some of my very first memories include him, as well as some of my very best memories through out my life. His eccentric and sometimes down right hateful attitude was a quality that I expect very few were ever able to completely dodge. Though, his wrath was never directed towards me; there was several occasions where somebody got an ear full because of me. He had my back no matter what the situation was. There has never been anyone in my life that has believed in me, or encouraged me, or found the best in me like Sonny did. Every single time I turned to Sonny for his guidance or support - he was ALWAYS there.
However, after fighting like h*ll for his health all of these years; it just wasn't fair anymore. Once there wasn't any good moments left for him, let alone good days; that's when the time comes to acknowledge that there are things worse than death. For any of us to grieve for our 'loss' is frankly selfish. Instead, the passing of our dear friend should be a time of relief - relief the person we love no longer has to suffer. We should take comfort and gratitude in the privilege of knowing him. We should celebrate our friends journey to a new beginning. I love you Uncle Fuzzy. I always will.
Saturday January 13, 2018 at 2:38 am