Uncle Pat... I'm usually good with words. Everytime I think about writing something I get stuck, simply because I can't believe you're gone. I wish I could crack a joke & hear your laugh. I wish I could hear you tell me I'm "the beast of all beasts" after doing something. I wish we could do our handshake one more time & hear you say, "What's up with you?!" Or to mess with your hair & hear you say "quit it Doodie!" Or even see or hear you play with Cammy again. From walks to the store, hours sitting on the front steps or the backyard swing, rained out Reds games where we got soaking wet & were freezing on the bus ride home, to my senior breakfast and awards, to UDF runs for your strawberry malts, Frisch's for your fish sandwiches, long talks, and so many many laughs, I will cherish every memory, voicemail, video, and photo of you. You were truly loved by everyone who knew you. Even knowing you were sick, I never imagined you actually not being here anymore... I miss you, I love you, and I will remember you, forever. ❤