This just really hasn't been my year, or something.
One of my uncles died yesterday; we weren't expecting it at all. His oldest son goes to school here. I'd imagine he's back in Tulsa by now.
This uncle gave me my first pocketknife. He was my dad's brother; one of seven children. They're all really close.
He left behind three sons and wife. They all loved him very much, and I don't know how they're going to deal with him being gone.
He was one of the greatest Christian examples I've known.
I'm tired of missing people.
Posted by Ardith at October 26, 2003 11:24 AM