For Uncle Dave Dear Uncle Dave — and to everyone who loves him, I wanted to put this in writing so you can hold it, reread it, and know exactly what you mean to me. When my world got small after the divorce and I lost my dad to distance and silence, you stepped in without making a speech about it. You just showed up. You became a kind of father to me—steady, funny, practical, and brave enough to dream out loud. I learned so much standing next to you. You taught me how to grow things—how to pay attention to soil and light, how to be patient, how to try again. You shared your love of the garden (and yes, the proud grower’s craft, and growers love), and you passed along that green-thumb courage. I’d send you pictures and you’d respond with advice, encouragement, and that confident “we can get this done” tone that made me feel like I could do...
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