Today is the third anniversary of my uncle’s death. I still remember sitting in my office getting the call from my mom letting me know what had happened. I wrote this one evening as it all starts to sink in. Who Knew that the last time I’d see you would be in that hospital bed right around your birthday? Who Knew that when you left for the holidays you’d only return for your final rest? Who Knew that after that fateful day you’d never be quite the same but that you’d still be you stubborn, sports-loving, proud, and joking; that we’d only have
six short years before you’d depart from our…