When I was little, my favorite thing was to see my Uncle JIm. I loved how tall and big you were, how special and loved and treasured you made me feel. One sack of potatoes around the room could make me laugh and laugh for days. And if I close my eyes now I can still hear the giggle of a little girl in love with her Uncle, and the laugh of that same Uncle who loved her just as much back. From little Allie fe fi bo balley to the Allie who watched you handle heartbreak with a bravery as big as you are tall, my love and admiration for you only grows with the years.
Thank you and I love you.