I'm evidently not a very good blogger. I think of things I want to write about, but most of it doesn't mean much to anyone but me. In this case, I just want to vent a little. When my Uncle Roy passed away earlier this year, his family was by his side. He was a good man. When asked about a memorial service, his distraught daughter said she thought they would wait until spring. It would make it easier for his brothers and sisters to attend when the weather is better. It is now October. If a memorial service was held, it was not open to very many people and nobody mentioned it to me. I've always felt a funeral or memorial service is important to those left behind, just as a final farewell, giving closure. Maybe I'm being snarky, but I think it would have been a good thing for a memorial service to be held for a man who touched so many lives and helped so many people. At least give people an opportunity to mourn his passing and to say goodbye. So this will be my memorial to Uncle Roy.
Goodbye Uncle Roy! I hope you have found your loved ones who have gone before you. Tell my Mama I love her and miss her! She'll be so glad to see you. I also want to tell you how much I appreciate all you did for your family. When my Daddy needed a job to support his family, you were there. You worked my brother every summer in high school, teaching him the value of a hard day's work. You raised two children who weren't yours, and two more who were, one of whom has been challenged her whole life. You made sure she always had everything she wanted and needed. I know she is missing you. I'm really glad I went to the hospital that day and was able to talk to you, even if only for a few minutes. Little did I know you would cross that bridge within minutes. I hope it was easy for you. I'm going to say goodbye now and close this little chapter. I have said my piece. You were a good man and I miss you. Love, Beth.