Scott has a great uncle, Uncle Ron. Uncle Ron has an UNCANNY resemblance to my grandpa. Like a brother from another mother...for real. I've always thought so and in the years after my grandfathers passing, it's been a melancholy feeling seeing him. He reminds me of him in so many ways.
Uncle Ron fell in love with Lilly last weekend. As you might have inferred, Lilly is a mover and a shaker-- not much of a cuddler these days. She has other places she'd rather be than cozying up on a lap. But not with Uncle Ron. He scooped her up and she nuzzled right into him. The weirdest thing. She won't do that to me unless I have her bottle and she's pulling the 'ahm pitiful. gimme wat I want' card. Seeing him hold her and love on her was like seeing her with my grandpa. It pulled at ALL my heart strings.
All weekend he held her. Uncle Ron is the oldest living member of the family able to make the trek to the reunion and thus held the trump card. If Uncle Ron had Lillly...no one would dare take her away. Oldest cutest old man card. Works every time.
I love moments when everything seems to connect. This weekend while making memories with a newer branch of my family I was able to connect to a lifelong branch. A branch that came to an end. A man I called grandpa. Who I'm sure held me like great Uncle Ron held Lilly.