It’s been a while since my last blog. I had planned to really delve into my garden and eating healthy and on the 4th of July, I began. Unfortunately, on the 5th of July I received some very sad news of an uncle’s passing. Though I haven’t seen him in a thousand years it seems, I will always remember him and he will remain dear to me.
This photo is probably the last photo taken of him before his death. He was at a family gathering on the 4th and I hear he was dancing as usual. He apparently went home that night and, as the story goes, died in his sleep. All I know is hearsay because, as noted above, I haven’t seen him in many years; however, I did hear some years ago he had been diagnosed with leukemia and decided against treatment and went on to live life the best he could. He did and it is a testament to the kind of man he was particularly knowing he was dancing the day prior to his death.
That spirit of “live until I die,” seemingly, runs in the family and I guess I too am the same way. There is more I remember about him and I find it interesting what children are capable of hearing and seeing. I remember so much, especially he and his wife during the time of my father’s death. He always stood out and I am grateful for his actions at that time. I will not go into what it was I remember because that will be me dredging up bad history or raging waters under a dilapidated bridge.
What stood out for me was his integrity, credibility, and a very strong character. I never heard him utter a negative word about anyone. He was humble and that meant the world to me. All of that came from not aspiring to be the sharpest tool in the shed, having great education or chasing worldly possessions. No, he was a humble man.
Though I hate never going back to see him to join him with cowboy hat, boots and the mighty fine buckle, I will always remember “cowboy” or “rabbit” as he was called and he will always hold a special place in my heart and mind. Until we meet again.
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