Dear Uncle Blue,

I love you. I miss you so much that my little heart aches. I can't believe it's been four years since your passing. I remember the night that we got the call that you had died, it was the first time I had ever seen my dad cry. You were his best friend. 

I think about you every day and every time I do,  it makes me smile at first and then I get sad. I think about you whenever anyone asks me how I am. I think about your consistent answer to the question, "I'm livin' the dream, man, livin' the dream." 

I think about you whenever I eat cereal and how you ate yours out of a giant mixing bowl.

I think about you at Halloween, which is why I think I've grown to hate it. 

I think about you when there is discussion of Disneyland or cheerleaders or Pooh Bear, Star Wars or How I Met Your Mother, baseball or action figures.

I especially think of you when when my dad says something about you or hears something that reminds him of you because he gets that sad look on his face and fights back tears. It's still weird for all of us, Blue. You were here and happy and healthy one day, and gone the next. Thank you for living out loud and loving everyone around you. 

I love you, Blue. 

TTFN,

grace.