Uncle

I know a man. A very special man. He was there when I needed to be rescued. He loved me at my worst. He stood by me when everyone else walked away. He listened and loved. Opened his heart and his home. Watched me grow and stood by me through many struggles and many joys. He was my hero. He is my hero still. My knight in shining armor. I call him uncle. I call him family. He's the one running into a fire as everyone else runs out. He's the first one to offer a helping hand. He'd give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He's a gentle giant unless you threaten his family. That's a bad idea. He is protective as a mother bear watching over her cubs. Just in case you don't know this already. I love this man. I don't know where I'd be without him. He's been an encouragement. A guiding light. A strong hand. He still is.