It’s been a really long and rough President’s Weekend. Between certain legal issues in which my past keeps creeping up with me to ruin my great future ahead of me, I get the terrible news that someone really close to me had passed away. That someone was my Uncle Joe, someone who acted like one of the kids, chilled like the men, and just put a smile on everybody’s faces.
My uncle had beaten cancer once, but unfortunately it came back. After random hours crying and asking “why him?” I realized, he is in a much better place now. Granted, I would rather have him by my side right now, cracking jokes with me, drinking a few cocktails, and just plain ol’ talking about life, but I can’t be selfish.
As I sit here teary, typing this post, just staring at this picture of me and him from last year’s annual Villa Roma getaway, I think of all the good times. This man never showed fear in his struggles, nor did he ever give up. He is now an inspiration of mine to keep me fighting through my struggles, to help me continue beating the impossible and crossing the finish line of success.
A father. An uncle. A husband. A godfather. A lover. A hero.
He was more than uncle to me. Like another father to me, my golf buddy, my absolute best friend. It takes a lot for me to break down and ask “should I give it up?” and when my uncle passed, I considered giving up, but my uncle would never want me to do that. This blog post is dedicated to him, the least I can do right now.
Rest In Peace Joe Missry 7/2/1956 - 2/19/12, we all love you. We all miss you. Hit the links up there in heaven for me. See you soon buddy. Love you dearly.