Dear Uncle Michael-I am so scared.
When a time comes to express your appreciation for someone, words tend to slip away. I will never be able to express my true love, gratitude or respect I have for you. There has never been a time where I have felt judged or misguided by you. You have been there for me no matter what, with words of encouragement or a helping hand. There were many days I didn't know how to do something and you were always there with the answer.
Thank you for all of the things you taught me, whether it was football rules or how to install a ceiling fan. Thanks for never telling Mark when I tried to fix something on my own and usually broke it worse, and thanks for walking me through how to fix it. Thanks for helping me when I was a teenager that thought my mom was out of her mind, you were always a voice of reason. Thanks for always lightening the mood, teaching me inappropriate jokes, picking me up by my ears, and wet willies.
I know there is a plan for us after all of this, and I am sure it includes you teaching Eliza all of these things while I sit back and watch.
Those tend to be the only words I can really put together this morning.
Last week I received some pretty devastating news. My Uncle Mike, my father figure, my left seat at the Lion's games, my dance partner at my wedding, my go to guy, has a brain aneurysm.
My Uncle has a step daughter my age, but no kids of his own. He didn't get married until later in life, so he treated my sister and I like we were his. He took me to basketball games, helped when I needed to buy a new car, diffused teenage arguments between myself and my mom, and would always lend a helping hand around our house.
When he first found out something was wrong, we thought it was a tumor. They did some additional testing to find that it was an aneurysm. This hits home very close with our family, especially my sister. Her sorority sister in college passed away from a ruptured aneurysm.
Apparently, a lot of people go on in life without ever knowing they have one. I am so thankful that they caught it before it burst, but so scared of the future. Brain aneurysms under the size of 7mm don't have as high of a risk to rupture...his is 10mm.
He assures me he is with a great Dr who feel very positive with the surgery. He continues to tell me not to worry, but I know he is scared too. I am doing my best to put my trust in the Lord, I know he has a plan, I just pray it is the outcome I want.
So please let all of your friends, family, church groups, and prayer chains know that we need a little extra over here. His surgery is scheduled for Tuesday at about 9am.
“Father, I choose to set my hope fully in you. Thank you for your promises and purposes. I rest in them! In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”