Son, brother, fiance, uncle, and friend.

None of these labels matter in the end.

What you were was a gift, like the ones in your big pillowcase.

Laughter, advice, selflessness, understanding, 

A father without a child, seeing value in a stranger’s face.

You gave without condition, placed many above you

The old, the young, your family, many you hardly knew.

To a little girl you were magical,

adding gold stars and glitter, you couldn’t miss.

Row and Tow, orignial recipe, ghost stories, the cadillac,

Elivis music, Santa with black glasses, and an uncle’s loving kiss.