Most of you know my dad died a little over a year ago. In that time–and due entirely to Dad’s death–my uncle and I have grown very close. I can just hear my dad now, growling: “I had to die for this to happen? Well, next time I’ll make sure I do it sooner.”

Today is my uncle’s two-year anniversary of sobriety. I am so, so proud of him–it’s hard being an Irish workaholic who always thinks someone is smarter than they are (even if they are SO NOT). He stopped drinking due to my dad, and he and I both knew he could never take it up again after Dad died. Dad would be really pissed.

My uncle is coming to visit this weekend, and I look forward to getting that big McLaughlin bear hug I loved getting from my father. My uncle and dad are very similar, down to the senses of humor and the great belly laugh, and hanging with him has made me miss Dad a little less.

I love you, Jon.

Love,

Megala
PS: Left to right: My dad, my aunt, her daughter (peeking over shoulder), her husband (although not, surprisingly, her daughter’s dad), my uncle.

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