I found out yesterday that my Uncle John passed away.
He was my favorite uncle when I was growing up. He was so funny. Affectionate. My sisters and I just adored him.
He used to take my sisters and I fishing and camping. He had a real teepee that he set up, and that is what we would camp in. I remember seeing a centipede run across the frying pan (before it was hot), and thinking it was going to be a long night in the teepee.
I am much more sad than I thought I would be. Mostly, however, I am worried for my grandmother. John was my mother's younger brother. My poor grandmother has lost two of her five children. First, my mom, and now John.
Please keep her in your thoughts.