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My Uncle Ed died this morning.
Technically, he's my great uncle. His parents were both off-the-boat from Finland. They met here in the US and had 10 kids. Of the 10 children, I only ever knew my grandmother and Uncle Ed. He was the yougest.
I saw him around Christmas time. I always remember him being very quick-witted despite having a physically weak body, but it was obvious that he was slipping when I last saw him. He was in a great deal of pain. He never married, and the only family that saw him regularly was my Dad. At least now he gets to be with the rest of his family.