Day Thirty: A picture of someone you miss

My Uncle David

He's another part of my soul I left in Roanoke, Virginia.

I miss our Mexican "date nights."  I miss talking muscle cars.  I miss his dirty jokes.  I miss Fireballs in his garage.  I miss his big hugs.  I miss his "I love you, Jenny's."

I miss this leading man in my my life . . . I miss my Uncle David dearly.