As many of you know, my uncle passed last week. His funeral was Sunday; two things amazed me: 1) How many people attended and the number of people that knew him; and 2) How many lives he had touched during his lifetime.
As everyone got up and told their stories, I was thinking that’s the kind of life I want to live; I want to touch people’s lives like that. Uncle Harold was a teacher for thirty years, a ranger at the Corps of Engineers, and he drove a school bus. And it seemed like wherever he was, he was an inspiration, and when I die at 102, I want people to feel that way about me.
His passing and funeral also made me start to think that I should spend more time with my loved ones, and I should try my best every day to live a full and happy life. I pretty much have tried to live that way, but I’m really going to make a more conscious effort to do so.
Anyway…Rest in Peace Uncle Harold
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Jamie
