I’ve never been able to wrap my head around infinity.  No play on words intended there.  We are a finite people living in a finite world telling time and marking events in a finite way.  I believe in God and I believe that heaven is a place (for lack of a better term) that holds an infinite number of spaces and opportunities.  And, buster, it had better be so because there are way too many people that I love living up there.

My second father, my Uncle Steve, passed away this morning.  So sad, even though it wasn’t a huge surprise.  He was in his 90’s and luckily I had seen him very recently.  I feel like they are having a HUGE PAAAARRRRRTY to welcome him.  My father (Uncle Steve’s brother), my mother, my aunt, my cousin, my daughter, my other uncle, my grandparents.  It must be like old home week up there!

I have only received unconditional love from this man, my other dad.  The memories that I have swirling in my head since hearing that he died all have one thing in common.  The unconditional love.that the little girl, then teenage girl, then young woman and then older woman that I have become, received from my special uncle-other-father.  And that, ladies and gentlemen, is infinity.