I will miss you so much, my wonderful uncle. You were my rock, always there for me, whether it was supporting me when I was struggling, hanging out in the kitchen talking politics, laughing together, or playing fierce, take-no-prisoners games of canasta and chickenfoot. (And by the way, despite what my mom said below, you guys did NOT win the last canasta game. You were ahead but the game was not over yet. So remember, when it's my time I'm bringing the scorecard with me, and we will finish it up!)