Not a blood uncle, but closer he was than my own uncle, his family, as a kid growing up, was like my own...though time and distance have changed that, unfortunately...Ed
Prayers from those that do, thoughts from those that don't...all accepted with thanks...
Is it necessary for an uncle to be blood?
Grew up I did with his family calling them cousins,
We were closer than family at that, in life, juncture,
We lived through some turbulent times,
A major storm in ‘62 for one, bringing on a big flood…
His youngest and I of similar age,
We did see a movie about an escape,
So in their yard we did dig a tunnel,
Under their NEW sod and grass,
His anger when the tunnel caved,
We could not at our young age escape…
A fine man who raised several fine daughters and sons,
I have kept in touch with at least the one,
Though we haven’t spoken more than in passing,
His memory for me will be forever lasting…
A man who did walk for more than exercise,
Lived a life quite long before his untimely demise,
Passed he did this day after falling,
Will go to the viewing sunday to say my personal goodbye’s…
My heartfelt condolences for you loss, the poem a very nice tribute to your "uncle."
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on December 3, 2005
Aww I've lost two favourite uncles and they were not blood line uncles. But I am so much richer for having them once in my life..
As you are too.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on December 2, 2005
sorry to hear of your loss. We cannot pick our family but those we pick to keep in our lives are often the best ties. While growing up a family we were close to became our Uncle/aunt and so on. I often wished I could of been their daughter. My prayers go with you through this change in your life.
Our mentors are often not blood relatives. They are the ones we most often think of when we get in certain moods. Nice memory, Ed. I'm sure he would appreciate your kind mention.
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Dan
an excellent tribute to a "Life's Friend".
well said. well read.
you know my story so i say no more, than to say thank's for sharing this moment with you.
TX
Not at all, and I'm terribly sorry for your loss, my friend. May Uncle Horace live on in your memories forever.
Heartfelt condolences to you and his family!!
Warm hugs and love Tinka
As you are too.
Death is ever near
But we shouldn't fear
From it new life appears
And so it will be with your adopted uncle
Love and hugs,
Eileen
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