This story was shared with us at the memorial service this past Monday. Only now can I think clearly enough to post this....
Last week there was a birthday party for a girl who called my deceased friend and co-worker "Uncle." He was invited to attend, but had passed away 6 days before the birthday party.
I don't think there was an actual relation there, but this teenage girl thought enough of him to call him that.
At one point she was seen dancing alone.
When asked what she was doing she replied:
"I'm dancing with Uncle Kenny."