I fondly remember the random trips in his old pick-up truck, which always included driving over the rail-road tracks near his home. To turn this noisy event into something fun, he would sing a silly song which included the words, you guessed it; Bumpity, bumpity, bump! He always made me smile and have fun no matter what mundane activity we were doing. When we were together he made me feel like I was the most special little girl in the world and that he enjoyed every playful moment with me.
I was 10 years old when he died of a heart attack, only in his forties at the time. He was too young to die and I felt I would also die of a broken heart from my loss. My deep sobs of pain would not comfort me or return my beloved uncle Raymond to me.
This photo is not of me, but this image is a great representation of my memory. Photo credit Caitlin Elizabeth Photography
They say, “you won’t remember what someone said, but you will remember how they made you feel”. It’s true, I don’t remember much of what my dear uncle said to me, but he was one of the people in my family that made me feel really loved.