Goodbye Uncle Martin

Instinctively when the phone rang, something told me not to answer, but I did. It was my cousin Freddy with bad news. Ugh! I knew, I knew, before even spoke it wasn't gonna be good. He called to tell me our one Uncle had passed away only moment ago. While it he was old, 96, the unanticipated departure of a loved one still stings. After talking to Freddie for a lil bit, I immediately started calling other family members.

Now I'm not sad, but feel the loss. June has been a month of departures. Wow. I guess I must be in a little bit of denial. But what I will remember best about Uncle Martin was his kindness and hies generous spirit. As a child, he was always the uncle who gave out candy or quarters to run to the corner store get treats. The sad part about growing older myself is seeing all the permanent fixtures in my life slowly start to fade away. The list of older relatives is diminishing and it's scary. Puts prospective on my own mortality. Wow. All I can say is wow....