This is the ongoing story of faith, love and family as we walk through this life with 3 sons, one daughter, one daughter in law and one grandson

Saturday, June 19, 2010

I Should Have Worn Waterproof Mascara

Yesterday upon leaving a prospective client's office my cell phone rang. It was my sister calling to tell me that our Uncle H had passed away. There have been alot of deaths in our family over the course of this last year but this one was unexpected. If you follow my blog you know that I have been fortunate enough to have been able to have spent time with Uncle H and Aunt S whenever I travel south. The last time we were all together was this winter. I am so thankful for that visit. I got to spend an entire evening with them as well as U*Haul, Pixie and Lil' Pea. U*Haul, Pixie and Lil' Pea then spent the entire next day with them. I can remember U*Haul telling me that evening when they came back to the hotel about how glad he was that they had spent the day with them because he really enjoyed himself.

Growing up we would travel across the Mitten State to their house and always looked forward to our visits. Aunt S was great about making sure that we had age appropriate things to do and because of that, we were able to experience many types of things that we otherwise would not have had the opportunity to experience. When Uncle H retired, they made their home in Georgia. They have a beautiful home on an island which boasts some crazy number of golf courses. This was perfect because Uncle H was a golfer. Not a casual kind of golfer but one serious retired guy kind of golfer. McGyver and I played golf with him one time. That was enough for me-he was waaaaaay to good and I was waaaaaay not so good. But he lived his retirement years being just steps away from a golf course. How many people can say that they get to follow their passion? He could and he did.

He kept up on current events and knew so many fun facts that he could know and yell that it sometimes surprised me. When something interested him, he studied it-you could tell by the depth of knowledge he had of so many diverse subjects. He was a man with an opinion -and not afraid to share that opinion-which was one of things I loved. He could get impatient which would make me smile because it reminded me of my Grandfather (his father). But he was also tolerant. Even if he couldn't understand why people would make the choices they made, if he loved you, he would accept you-flaws and all.

We will miss Uncle H so very much. I'm going to wipe away the mascara trail that trickled down my face as tears fell from my eyes yesterday. And I am going to remember the way he lived his passion and try to do the same thing.


your cool cat cousin said...

Thanks for your kind words.

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I am a Christian woman, the wife of an outdoorsman and mom to a computer loving twenty something guy, a Marine, a Sailor and a three year old Princess who rules the roost and has all of us wrapped around her little finger. Add into the mix a daughter in love and the cutest grandson in the world and you have our big old house of love