Anonymous
My heart aches with pain and sorrow – I have no words to say how much I will miss him. My earliest childhood memories are filled with memories of my Uncle Ionut.
He was not my uncle, he was my father. From him I learned about how women should be treated, about unconditional love and support, kindness and humor. To this day that is what I find attractive in a man, and my husband Dan is very much like him in that respect. He made me laugh and as a child he made me feel loved and secure. As long as Unchiul Ionut was around, we, mom Cris and I were alive with excitement and desire to please him and in turn give him our love and make him feel special.
I will forever remember the dolls he used to bring me for my birthday – he was the only one to give me toys – how excited I was to go show him my new haircut, and him exclaiming – “Frumoasa ca la Paris”, and just go and hang out with him on Brezoianu at his Pravalie. When I forgot the stove on and set the kitchen on fire, I was so afraid of mom that I ran away from home to him, and he laughed and made me feel secure and that all is ok, we all make mistakes.
His heart was full of love and joy and humor and just plain loving life, and loving his family. I could go on and on about my beautiful memories of him and I will forever remember and love each and every one of them. He will forever live in my heart till we meet again in Heaven.
I love you Unchiu Ionut.##imported-begin##Adriana Markovich##imported-end##