My Uncle George

One of my favorites human in my life was my Uncle George. to this day I tear up when I say his name, Uncle George! So precious–and I don’t know the correct thing to call it. Growing up, it was called “slow”. How I wish I could have the heart Uncle George had. He taught me so much! If you have an Uncle (or Aunt George in your life, please let us consider he,/her for some art! If you have a special person, grown or otherwise, then please lets do it! Such pure hearts!