This is my Uncle John.
He is my burly, Irish uncle who married my Aunt Dot (Mom’s sister) when Megan and I were very little girls. He is one of the most tender hearts I know. Some of my earliest memories include Uncle John. And they are all good memories.
Uncle John is non-responsive in an ICU hospital room in Auburn, California, where he, Aunt Dot, my cousins Andy and Lora, and grandmother (Mamie) live. He took an EMS ride early yesterday morning after waking up on the floor screaming. The doctors have ruled out an aneurism, but otherwise don’t have many answers.
I had planned to discuss plans of our living room redo but I can’t quite muster anything other than to ask for prayers for Uncle John. He is a precious man. A patriot, which is quite amazing, since he wasn’t even born here. A Christ follower. A family man. An artist. A soccer (football) enthusiast. A great student of politics. The proudest I ever saw him was the day his daughter, Lora, graduated from college.
Please pray for healing. He has a wedding to attend in a few weeks (his son, Andy’s) that I know he doesn’t want to miss.