I was down to see him on Thursday last week. What I'm somewhat regretful of is that I had intended to see him on Sunday, but didn't organize things so that it would happen.
You hear time and time again: "Don't put it off, there may not be a tomorrow." And there may not be.
The one memory of Uncle Ray that sticks vividly in my mind is what he did for me when I was ten. My grandpa George, my Mom's dad, passed away that year. I was very close to him, and was an absolute wreck come the day of his funeral to the point I couldn't go to his service. Uncle Ray took it upon himself to take me for a drive instead. While we drove around small-town Lacombe, Alberta, he helped me understand the nature of life and death, and that even though we may not be here forever, our spirit lives on.
I didn't ever have any real bonding moments with Uncle Ray quite like that one, except for two glasses of scotch we'd shared - each on seperate occasions.
I will always remember him for his firm and upright character, uproarious sense of humour and gentle good nature.
This photo shows Uncle Ray at the head of the table. I borrowed it from a previous blog post in June when my cousin Fred and our family met in Bragg Creek for an outting.
4 comments:
He did a good thing for you way back then and missed the funeral. We all need to do little, selfless things from time to time. They make a difference -- remembered or not.
oh, I send you much love...
Sorry for your loss.
Let's raise a glass of scotch to celebrate his life, to smile for all that he gave of himself to others.
What a wonderful way to pay tribute and appreciation for how his life affected you!
Misty.
So sorry to hear about this loss in your family.
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