I knew it was coming. We thought we would lose him earlier this year to congestive heart failure. Somehow this wonderful soul hung on for a few more months and at 4:30 this morning he slipped away in his sleep. He was like a father to me and I will miss him.
There are so many happy memories I will always cherish of him. He was a true model of how a person can completely turn their life around. He spent his younger years as an alcoholic and it took him two tries, but he got help and stayed sober for over 40 years. He always celebrated what he called his second birthday, which was how long he had been free from alcohol. He gave it up when I was a little one. The whole family was very proud of him.
So, I always knew him as a fun guy. He dangled me over trash cans when I was little and took me fishing. I would get mad at him for his constant teasing, but it wouldn't last long and I would go right back for more. He loved pulling my pigtails and things like that. He was ornery and full of life.
Once he fell out of a tree he was trimming and broke his arm and leg. He came to stay with us while he healed. We waited on him hand and foot. I think I was about 9 or 10 at the time. He taught us to play pitch. My brother was about 4 and held my uncle's cards for him. I wrote him a poem during that time called "The Broken Leg Blues" and he kept it all these years.
He didn't marry until later in life and never had any children. My sister, brother and I thought the world of him. He never missed a school event we were in or any other major events in our lives.
Within the past 4 years he had a series of strokes that left him without speech and partially paralyzed. He was in a nursing home and even though he couldn't converse, the light in his eyes and the smile on his face let us know that he knew exactly who we were.
He was always joyful. He will always have a special place in my heart.
Go rest high on that mountain you dear sweet man.
CW



