Goodbye

My Daddy was the third of six children. There were two older girls and my father is the oldest of the four boys.  Many years ago, when I was in high school, the oldest, my Aunt Carolyn died.  Yesterday, his younger brother David left us too.

My Uncle David loved the littles.  He would cuddle a baby, toss a toddler, or press a squealing child up against the ceiling in my Grannie's living room.

Napping with a baby Gabby

Hanging out with Nate

He was a kind man, who enjoyed a lively debate with his brothers.

He was married to his wife, Cyndi, since before I have memory.

He was a husband.  The father of a teenage boy.  A son.  A brother.  An uncle, great uncle, and great-great uncle many times over.  A Boy Scout leader. A coach.  A friend.

In loving memory.