I am thankful for a lot of things, and just want to take some time to express my gratitude for lost loved ones. Starting with my Grandfather Roy Cook Holt who I spent my summers with growing up. The last summer I spent with him before he past away was my most memorable. My Grandfather was very loving and a big part of my life. I am grateful for the time I got to spend with him. That summer was the last time I got to see my Grandfather and my own Father. That summer my Father would visit me at my Grandparents house just weeks before he was killed. I was the last one in my family to see both these great men alive. My Father Albert Ray Tucker grew up fatherless after his own father had past away when he was just five years old. I would see him struggle with being a father not having one himself to have learned from. I think this is what made him a great father. He worked extra hard at it, to a fault that would make things difficult at times. I am grateful to had the chance to get to know these men in my life. One day I would like to write more about this summer of my life. As for now I will leave it at that.
My son Austin Cale Tucker who’s short life was the most wonderful and painful time of my life. I am most grateful for those three days. I can still see him looking at me in his mothers arms as she held his sweet little body, and just days later again in his mothers arms as we say good bye.
Albert Troy Tucker my bother. He lives in me. I feel him there every time his daughter Sarah gives me a hug, or I see Andrew sitting quite, my mother doing way more then she needs to for me, the yellow sunflower the side of a road my sisters Wendy and Debbie I can't help but feel look to me as if I were him. At times it feels as if I was the one who died. I am grateful for my brother, he has taught me in life and in his passing.
To everyone who has lost loved one, nothing was lost, just taken a new form..
