Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Uncle Bob was my favorite uncle. He lived with us for a short time when I was small, and I have vague memories of him living in our unfinished attic, playing with Ron and me. He got us 4 kids a toboggan for Christmas one year, which we enjoyed for years, and we always remembered him when we went sliding. He liked to pick me up and touch my head to the ceiling... even when I was a teenager and way to heavy, he kept this up each time he came to visit at our house. He was always caring, concerned about others, and helpful. I was homesick when I went away to grad school, and he and Aunt Joan came up to visit me, to help me adjust and feel less alone. I was blessed to be a part of Uncle Bob's life.
