tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post4754354532439275988..comments2024-03-27T10:09:44.563-04:00Comments on truth and beauty: Uncle JimAlice Garbarini Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00200746626686412315noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post-75247072834994025952018-03-06T08:27:37.498-05:002018-03-06T08:27:37.498-05:00counter sign Liz. Uncles are dear and I miss mine,...counter sign Liz. Uncles are dear and I miss mine, especially Uncle Roy who we lost last year. My favorite grown-up memory is when he called after my mother's funeral and we debriefed the event, down to the speeches and food, the way I would have with my Mom. Now, no one from that generation is left for me in that way. I only Roy's wife, who is a sweetie, but not the phone chatty type. I also love that you could name each house on the street. I can do that, too! Ah, our sweet sweet memories. May they give you comfort this week, Alice, as you say good bye to Uncle Jim. xoxoKCFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00685155860282341767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6095391922604035629.post-28460987043107954922018-03-06T04:28:18.788-05:002018-03-06T04:28:18.788-05:00Alice, so sorry to hear of your uncle’s passing. I...Alice, so sorry to hear of your uncle’s passing. I grew up a mile from where my dad grew up, and 5 of his 6 siblings stayed in the area. Having an aunt or uncle who watched you grow is a wonderful relationship! Losing the generation that knew You as a child is irreparable. Happy you had your uncle Jim until he was 91. Hope the wake has good memories.<br />LizLizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01183606631980015813noreply@blogger.com