Passing on
My uncle died this morning.
The funny thing is that he just found out he had cancer yesterday, and he passed away quietly this morning without pain and suffering usually paired with cancer.
He was my Grammy's little brother and this man loved his Studebakers. Huge collection that I used to run around in when I was little. It was this huge warehouse filled without 50 of them, mostly not in running condition, but he loved to save and protect. Him and his wife took the back half of their dental office and made it into a local museum where people donated memorabilia from the area, including a dog tag for a dog license that found its way up to Alaska and a man sent it back down. It was from the 30s or something like that. I loved meandering around the museum, seeing my Grammy's wedding gown and all the small shoes and gloves women used to wear. They were so much tinier then!
I also remember that he used to make me these plaster animals with the left over casting plaster from people's teeth. Now, he was a great dentist. He is the only dentist I trusted and he pulled a tooth for me when I was little. It didn't want to come out. He was such a great dentist that the city didn't want him to retire. In fact, they kind of bullied him into almost another 5 years of working because they couldn't find another dentist that the prison boys trusted! Imagine that...I mean, no one likes a dentist, especially those incarcerated because they usually get the worst treatment with saline based Novocaine, but not my uncle.
I won't be able to go to the funeral, but that is to be expected. Even if I could leave the country, having the money for the trip would be unlikely.
But I will miss him, his bowls of candy everywhere (which was torture because he had diabetes!), his laugh, playing cards (he was a shark that one), and going out for rides in one of his beautes, but he lived a good life, had a great wife, and was more than well loved.
The funny thing is that he just found out he had cancer yesterday, and he passed away quietly this morning without pain and suffering usually paired with cancer.
He was my Grammy's little brother and this man loved his Studebakers. Huge collection that I used to run around in when I was little. It was this huge warehouse filled without 50 of them, mostly not in running condition, but he loved to save and protect. Him and his wife took the back half of their dental office and made it into a local museum where people donated memorabilia from the area, including a dog tag for a dog license that found its way up to Alaska and a man sent it back down. It was from the 30s or something like that. I loved meandering around the museum, seeing my Grammy's wedding gown and all the small shoes and gloves women used to wear. They were so much tinier then!
I also remember that he used to make me these plaster animals with the left over casting plaster from people's teeth. Now, he was a great dentist. He is the only dentist I trusted and he pulled a tooth for me when I was little. It didn't want to come out. He was such a great dentist that the city didn't want him to retire. In fact, they kind of bullied him into almost another 5 years of working because they couldn't find another dentist that the prison boys trusted! Imagine that...I mean, no one likes a dentist, especially those incarcerated because they usually get the worst treatment with saline based Novocaine, but not my uncle.
I won't be able to go to the funeral, but that is to be expected. Even if I could leave the country, having the money for the trip would be unlikely.
But I will miss him, his bowls of candy everywhere (which was torture because he had diabetes!), his laugh, playing cards (he was a shark that one), and going out for rides in one of his beautes, but he lived a good life, had a great wife, and was more than well loved.