Wednesday, August 7, 2024
“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; Love leaves a memory no one can steal.” “May the Irish hills caress you.
How Buddy got his name. I remember sitting next to this strange man at my grandmothers table. It was my birthday and I was very young. My grandparents had given me a little red spinning wheel and we were about to eat. But this strange man next to me had a big smile on his face and was looking at me. Why was he sitting next to me. He tried to make me laugh but I wouldn’t. He said I have a very pretty dress on. No I was not going to talk to this man with a big smile. Everyone kept telling me this is your Uncle George. What was an uncle? He said it’s ok, I’m your buddy. “Can we be buddy’s?
I finally spoke, Uncle Buddy. From that day on my entire family called him Uncle Buddy.
Love ❤️ you uncle Buddy. Until we meet again, big hugs!
Liz
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