Davey Jones Locker

Today one of my very favorite uncles is losing his battle with cancer. My heart is so heavy because I loved him so much as a child. He taught me what “Davey Jones Locker” meant, and threatened to send us all there! We followed him around the mountains of North Carolina like he was the Pied Piper, giggling the whole way. We loved how he made us feel, his laugh and his big sweet smile. My greatest memory of him will forever be, in the prime of my “BUD CRUSH” (and yes you can have a rush on your single uncle when you are 12), we were water skiing and I really wiped out. The boat swung around to get me and as it came close I lifted my arms up to be pulled in, Bud was right there. He had me by both arms, lifting me into the boat and as I came out of the water we both realized my top was NOT IN PLACE. My little, itty, bitty boobies were there for all the boat to see, especially him. Horror could not even describe how this 12 year old little freckled face girl felt. But my sweet Uncle Bud just looked away quickly and told me how awesome the wipe-out was. He was fun, easy and always made my heart leap.

Thanks Bud, for being such a wonderful part of my growing up.
It’s time to go and let heaven rock with your presence and as much as we will miss you, will they be blessed to have you!