Shortly after I moved in with my Uncle Rick and Aunt Bev I got the pleasure of having a late night snack with him.
The house was alway so busy and full of people, someone was always doing something, it was a mad house.
But I felt like I fit in to that mad house, especially when Uncle Rick was the center of attention, He was so charming and funny. He was always making someone laugh.
One particularly warm night while everyone else was in bed, because they had to get up for school or work in the morning, he asked me if I wanted to have a bowl of ice cream with him.
"Sure." I said, and into the kitchen we tip toed.
It wasn't any special kind of ice cream, just plain old vanilla. No toppings, because he couldn't have them. But it still tasted good.
We didn't talk about anything special either, we just talked to talk, just for us.
So with all the 'not so special' stuff that was happening it turned out to be a pretty special night. I got to spend time with my amazing Uncle. The one I got along so well with, the one who understood me and my 'wild' ways.
And not only was it a special night, but he made me feel special.. and that's something that not a lot of my relatives can do.


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