Since I recently started posting some of my work on the Christian websites, I choose now to include A Tribute to My Special Uncle and Friend to tell others how wonderful he was to me and he was one of Lord God's Instruments in my healing. You can read my "Parrot Miracle" within this website, if you wish.
MY TRIBUTE TO MY SPECIAL UNCLE AND FRIEND,
JOHN SHELLICK (1927-1987) ...
Uncle John is the best Uncle any girl could ever have. They say actions speak louder than words ...
Uncle John spent the last ten years in and out of the hospitals. He laughingly called these hospital stays his yearly vacations. Each time he returned home, his zest for living was strengthened. The tubes, the bottles, the oxygen, the injections, the respirators, the handful of daily medications--and never one complaint did I ever hear from my Uncle. His mother (my Grandmother) who needs constant care found it in her son. He wore many hats. Food was shopped for and prepared, dishes were washed, clothes were readied, and flowers and tomatoes were even raised by John's hands no matter how he felt. Life was a delight to him.
He read and re-read books. A couple of months ago, he bought a globe of the earth for his study. His days of "homework" never stopped because he "graduated" all over again with me from high school. Yes, he should have received an honorary degree when I received my diploma because he was the backbone of my excellent grades. How he used to give me rides to and from school and other activities after his own hard days. Never a sigh. Then when I bought my car many a year ago ... the reason I still have that car today is because of Uncle John's mechanical thumb.
I can taste his spaghetti and his meatloaf and his babalki. What I can taste most intensely right now is his love of life but especially for his God. He came to Mass each Sunday and followed along in his Prayerbook. The Church always to him represented the ultimate place of worship and reverence to Our Creator. If I was ever sad, Uncle John would command ... "PRAY."
As he lay in the hospital this week with the respirator in his mouth and unable to speak --- this was the week his actions spoke the loudest to me.
I didn't know what I was going to say when I saw him. However, my words just flowed. I told him if God could bring us closer to Him in any other way instead of sickness and trials, He would ... but there is no other way. Uncle John's eyes lit up brightly and he nodded his head in affirmation of my words and how they applied to him. He always told me he prayed and prayed and talked to God.
On Thursday I took my bottle of Holy Water and blessed Uncle John with it and he motioned me to pray. I held his hand for one hour and the two of us felt the electricity of our love flow into our folded hands.
I wouldn't trade the memories we made during those past two days for a million dollars. My Uncle's life has shown me that our trials can be met with faith, hope and love in God.
My heart will never let go of Uncle John's hand as I continue my journey through this life that Uncle has taught me to cherish and to use as a stepping-stone and a building block towards the life he has now entered.
May Our Tri-Color Gold ... The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit richly reward my Uncle John.
The Blessed Mother and St. Joseph take your hand, Uncle John, and lead you into the heavenly grandeur.
Love Always and Forever,
Elizabeth / Roselle, New Jersey (USA)
"That which we Love, we come to Resemble."
-- (St. Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153,