My Great Uncle Hugh passed away today. Goodness, but I'll miss him! My Uncle Hugh and my dad were absolute best buds. (Strange, because my Uncle Hugh is from my mom's side and well...dad is from my dad's side). My Uncle Hugh and my dad were quite the pair. Every fall, my mom and dad and my Aunt Wilda and Uncle Hugh would take a vacation to Myrtle Beach. While the "woman folk shopped and spent all their money", my dad and Uncle would go buy wooden train whistles, set up their beach chairs right by the ocean and blow their train whistles every time a pretty girl would walk by. Of course, my dad and uncle said that they were always such "gentlemen" that they would blow their train whistles at EVERY female that walked past them. (Now, you have to realize that they were both well into their 80's when then they were "acting up" AND did I mention that they would
purposely wear big, floppy straw hats, bermuda shorts, black socks and sandals while they were doing this???) I told you they were a pair!
When my dad passed away, my Uncle Hugh came up to me and told me that he could never, ever take my dad's place, but that if I ever needed someone to fill a small part of my dad's shadow, he'd be honored to take that spot. Oh how I miss that gentle fellow who did a wonderful job of "shadow filling".
I'm sure that my dad and Uncle Hugh are having a great time together in heaven - blowing their train whistles with the angels...(or knowing them, AT the angels!!) :)
I miss you, sweet man!
I "cherish" having such a wonderful Uncle to call my own.
*Sharon
