Uncle Paul’s absence was felt this past weekend, as we gathered with Aunt Maria to celebrate Christmas.  It was an emptier space, but a warm one full of light and happy tears.

One of our Christmas traditions in past years was pizza.  In the olden days, Aunt Maria would bring a pair of big, square homemade pizzas to feed us for a busy Christmas lunch.  This time the pizza was round, and provided by Dominos, but that didn’t dull the experience.  It was delightful just to be having pizza together.

I have a lot of pizza memories with Uncle Paul and Aunt Maria.  The date would have been June 29, 2009.  The day I helped them move into their new home.  I remember the date, because unexpectedly and coincidentally, Michael Jackson died that day!  We all had pizza on their awesome back patio after moving about 20 boxes of Christmas ornaments!  Happy day, and so pizza is always an appropriate meal to share.

We went down into the basement to look at my uncle’s incredible collection of model and die-cast cars.  Hundreds and hundreds of cars, some boxed, some on loving display.  Some looked recently dusted, others not.  A dust mitt lay on a shelf, its job interrupted and unfinished.  I spotted two ancient vehicles from the 1950s, that were once passed down to me, and then passed back to my uncle:  a blue Meccano car-carrier, and an orange Meccano crane.  They were well loved and handled by me, but restored and displayed by my uncle.  It was bittersweet, but the memories were all good ones.

At the end of the night, with pizza consumed and hugs exchanged, Aunt Maria presented one final gift from Uncle Paul.  She brought out four of his favourite hats that he wore all the time.  My dad, my sister, and Jen and I all selected a hat.  You can see that some of them had a lot of sun, some were newer, and others were well loved.  I selected a black hat with a red Mopar logo and wore it the whole way home.

Thank you Uncle Paul and Aunt Maria.