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My uncle died of cancer this morning. He was a really great man. Helped found an optimist's club. And he was the greatest optimist. He had a contagious laugh. I didn't see him a lot because we are not as close to my dad's side as we are to my mom's side but I enjoyed every single interaction with him. And I understand that death is a part of this life. And I know that he did a lot of good and that a lot of lives are better because of him and that he will be remembered always with love, with a smile. And I think that helps. Death is always weird to me. Devastating and comforting at the same time. I could talk about it for a long time. My Uncle Larry made a big splash during his life. With style. And that is both a reason to mourn and celebrate.