My Uncle Tweet

I ran into my Uncle at the memorial service on Saturday.



I wasn't expecting to see him.

I told my sister. She said, "Uncle Dellas Junior was there? He don't never go nowehere."

It trips me out everytime she calls him that. I heard my siblings calling him that a few years back, and I flat out asked him, "Look, they calling you Uncle Dellas Jr. That's too long for me to say. I've been calling you Tweet or Tweekie. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure," he said with a laugh.

Hence, when I see him, like when seeing him at the memorial service, it's always...

"Hey Tweet!!!"

When I see him, even in my 40s, I think "FUN! IT'S TIME TO HAVE FUN!"

LOL.

That's because when I was little, I was his running partner at times. I think he had to be in his early 20s at the time. No one else wanted to go to Six Flags or swimming or to the park or all these fun places with him.

"Lisa will go with you!" someone would say.

Sure would.

*lisa scurrying behind Tweet, trying to keep up with him as he walks out the front door of Grandma's house*

I told his oldest child, who is 10 years my junior about this. She looked at me like I was crazy. Her memories are not the same.

I hate that.

Because I hold on to my memories of that time of my young life.

Hanging with Uncle Tweet was always a lot of fun!