My Uncle Wes will always hold a special place in my heart. He wasn’t just family—he was a constant, a voice of reason, and a presence I could always count on.
I remember those early morning calls, his way of checking in without any formalities. He never needed a reason—he just called. His words were always direct, never sugarcoated, yet filled with an honesty that was rare and refreshing. With Uncle Wes, there was no guessing where you stood. That kind of realness is hard to find.
His signature phrases still echo in my mind. A simple “OK” that spoke volumes. A casual “That’s the way the cookie crumbles,” laced with wisdom. And the classic, “You’re holding out on me, nephew,” always said with a knowing tone. These weren’t just words; they were part of the bond we shared, reminders of the humor, warmth, and sincerity that defined him.
Losing him was a deep loss, one that still lingers. But if he taught me anything, it’s that life keeps moving, and so must I. He lived with authenticity, and that’s exactly how I choose to move forward—carrying his lessons with me, honoring his memory not just in words, but in the way I live.
Grief doesn’t erase purpose. If anything, it sharpens it. And today, I continue on my path with his spirit beside me, knowing that the best way to honor him is to keep pushing forward, just as he would have wanted. Streaming Now On Youtube, Apple Podcasts, and Spotify.