Today would have been Bill Hart’s 78th birthday. I miss him every day. I still cry at the thought that he is no longer here. I miss his voice, his laugh, the way he used to lose his change because he never wore a belt, his character. Everything about him.
They say time heals all wounds, but him passing away still affects me like it was yesterday. I would do anything to have one more day with him. He was my best friend, my uncle, my mentor, my teacher and my confidante. If I had one day to spend with him, I would stay in his arms, watch movies all day and just talk. I would tell him how much I love him and how much I miss him. My family doesn’t understand me, but he did. He believed in me. He died too soon and so suddenly. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer when I was 14 and three months later he was gone. 10 days after my birthday, he passed away. I talked to him the day before, he sounded so much better and I thought he was going be okay. I believed he was going to beat this disease.
On the day, I graduated high school I cried because before he passed away, I thought that he would be there, cheering me on and that made me realize he would miss all my big moments. He will miss me graduating college, getting my masters, my wedding, the birth of my children. I have known him my entire life. I don’t really remember the first time I met him, but I remember when he became an important part in my life. Because of him, my dream of becoming an actress came true. He believed in me. It was the first time someone believed in me. I drove him crazy, but he loved me. Since he passed away, when I’m anxious, I pray to him, not God but to him because I think he is looking down on me. I believe he is like my guardian angel. I am not a big believer of God but he was, and so I think of him.
Everyone I know is very judgmental about everything; people, themselves, life but he was not. Whenever I would make a mistake, my family members would get angry and punish me but he always said “stick in there kid”. I only had about 5 years with him but those years that I did have were amazing, unforgettable and perfect.
I wish he was still here. On every birthday and ever death anniversary, I become sad until I realize why.
Happy 78th Birthday Uncle Billy. I miss you more than words can say. I love you and I hope you are happy wherever you are. Thank you for all the memories and love.