uncle paul

my great uncle was more than just a distant relative.

he was my best friend.

he was basically another grandpa.

i have so many memories it is absolutely crazy.

i spent a summer living with him in new mexico.

he bought me a puppy and a bird. 

me and aunt shannon did an "over the hill" birthday party for him.

he taught me how to drive a tractor.

he took me to stanley once.

without the WHOLE family. (that was where we went for family reunions)

it was me, him, jessica, kathy, and uncle max.

we went to the hide out. 

we went into mines.

we found thousands of cool rocks.

uncle max slept outside and got a mosquito bite on his eyelid.

he was our rock man.

we would constantly go on hike, or go anywhere that there were rocks.

he'd have his little belt with his rock hammer so we could crack them open.

and then he would give us a lesson on what kind on MINERAL it was.

me and him made countless rock collections.

he was the most amazing man i have ever known.

he was everyone's best friend.

he NEVER had anything bad to say about someone.

he would help anyone out no matter what.

he was so adventurous.

he wanted to take everyone on an unforgettable adventure.

and he did.

R.I.P. paul johnson.

i miss you so much best friend.

and i'm going to for the rest of my life.