I was out a few days, last week, and many of my Boo Cakes inquired about my whereabouts. I lost my Uncle Dennis and had to attend his funeral in Roanoke, Virginia. I shared this on my social media but for those of you that don’t follow me, these are the words I wrote in tribute to my Uncle Din Din. May he rest in peace.
My Uncle Dennis died and I haven't posted about it because I, an extremely verbose person, just didn't have the words. He was my Uncle. He was an alcoholic. And he was probably one of the most genuinely good souls I have ever known. In all of my years of living, I have never heard Uncle Dennis say a bad word about ANYONE; even when he had good cause. He was a helpful and hard-working man. Every year, without fail, he helped my Grandma put up and take down her extravagant Christmas decorations–lights, tree, a million Nutcracker soldiers in all sizes (those things creeped me out), and more. Trust me, NOBODY, wanted that task!! But Uncle Dennis did it and never complained. My cousin Shawn, accurately dubbed Uncle Dennis "The Clown Prince" of our clan. He would come into my Grandparent's house LIT and make everybody laugh; especially the grandkids (my cousins and I). He would tickle you until you peed on yourself. He would crack jokes, play pranks and inevitably get you to do something that would get you in trouble with your parents. One time, Uncle Dennis got so drunk, he was trying to call my name and he said, "Ada" instead of April and now that is my nickname with my family. I am going to miss him and I hope be like him in that, when I am no longer on this Earth, I want the memory of me to evoke laughter and smiles. Rest easy Uncle Din Din. You were loved. ❤ #myfamily #mytruth #myheart