I have a story I love to tell in regards to how my Uncle Brian was part of an answer to one of my prayers. It was my birthday, January 28th, 1986 and I was 10 years old. Unfortunately, my birthday was severely overshadowed by a tragedy in our American History - the explosion of the Space Shuttle Challenger.
That night, after taking my bath and heading to bed, I said a prayer for the lives of the Astronauts who died in the explosion. And I don't know why, but I ended the prayer with something along the lines of "And Lord, if they are there with you now, can you give me a sign?"..
It was that very moment that the phone rang and a few seconds later my step mom was calling up the
stairs saying that the phone was for me. It was my Uncle, calling from New York, to wish me a Happy Birthday. He appologized for being late calling, but he had worked most of the day. But I told him he wasn't late, his call was "right on time".. I went to bed happy my Uncle called and happy knowing that those 7 Astronauts were in Heaven and that God had been so kind to answer my prayer.
On Sunday, December 8th, 2013, I received a phone call telling me that my Uncle Brian had been found dead at his work. He had heart issues and I guess his heart just finally gave out. I wasn't able to go to the funeral, as he lived in New York and I was on the opposite side of the country in California, but there's not a day that goes by I do not miss him or think about him.
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