Living with my uncle was the most life-opening experience.
My aunt had passed on a few years back, and my uncle decided not to remarry.
The bond he had shared with his wife for thirty years was irreplaceable. My mother often worried that her brother would be too lonely and even get sick because of it. However, far from her fears, uncle Frank was in his best season. He often tried new things and cherished the memory of aunty Annie by visiting the places they both loved before her demise. He honored her memory very well and chose to live a joyous life because that is what he had promised her on her deathbed. Aunt Annie had been the best, and her house was always filled with laughter and happiness. She had made uncle Frank promise that this would never change, and he was not about disappointing her. I was glad that he was fine. I learned to appreciate love when alive. They had not been fortunate to have kids, but their love was unique as they worked together. Annie had a big heart and was a mother to many even without birthing any child. The AC broke down in my Tampa Bay, Florida home when I was around, and I thought uncle Frank would call the HVAC technician. Instead, he got his tools and asked me to help him fix them. He did this with the old boiler. He preferred this heating system to the new technologies. We later checked the vents and walls for crevices, which he sealed. He told me that when the boiler acted up(every few years), there were leaks that needed to be sealed. This is what made their house warm and cozy because he kept every crevice sealed so no air would escape and the heating unit did not overwork.