My beloved Uncle J.B.
That would be short for John Broadus,
named after my beloved Pappaw, John Broadus Christian.
"The Old Chevy"...that's the title my Mammaw gave this photo.
There he is on the left, with his little brother, my uncle, cradled in my Pappaw's lap.
My Uncle J.B. has always held the softest of spots in my heart...
he and my Aunt Betty never had children, but oh, how he doted on me!
How tiny I was! And yet how safe and completely adored
I have always felt while in his presence.
How tiny and completely adored he looks here,
as my Mammaw proudly gazes on...
He has had a rough road of late...he was widowed last year,
and has suffered other set-backs as well...
a car accident, a hospitalization and lengthy rehab, moving into assisted living.
But how I love to remember him as this...
I love all my uncles, my mothers three brothers,
but my Pappaw's namesake has always been my touchstone.
I received this letter from him as a young teen.
Kept it safely protected all these many years. It's worth more than gold to me now.
Beloved Uncle, you are indeed truly beloved.