And usually, it’s just a parade of unspecified relatives asking me the same bland questions about school, or commenting on how quiet I am, which is apparently a stark contrast to the rest of the Stuttgen family. Nick did no such thing. I remember him holding me upside down, which I know sounds like child abuse but six year old me thought it was the best thing ever. He bought me my first gumball, and brought me to my first baseball game. His wedding was the first wedding I had ever been in. He isn’t just my uncle, or my godfather, he’s the person that taught me to love baseball and love being …show more content…
I’m reminded every Christmas when I get another pearl from him for the necklace I’ll wear on my wedding day. I guess before he died he had bought a bunch of them. I’m also reminded in my cousins, who are almost carbon copies of him. Little things make me remember him, and the little things inspire me to be more like him, someone who is kind to strangers, cares deeply for family and friends, and can have a positive impact on the lives of others. He was an incredible person, and I hope that someday I can be half the person he was, and have that kind of impact on even one