Friday, January 17, 2025

A Family Death

 My Uncle Wayne died last Friday. He was eighty-nine. He would have been 90 next month. Only nine years older than me.


He was a very good man. He was a juvenile delinquent. He gave my mother's mother many a day of angst, fear, and anger. But eventually, he married and settled down, had two sons, and had two grandchildren by the time he passed. He was an Air Force veteran of the 50's. He was a welder for most of his working life.

He would always call Jerry and me on our birthdays and wish us a happy birthday.

I will miss him.

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