One Great Uncle
Uncle Alex was like a second father to us. If we did something good, he didn't hestitate to tell you. If you did something wrong; he didn't hestitate to let you know.
Mom was a long time once we lost him to sit by the phone Sunday mornings. You see Uncle Alex always called Mom that morning to talk. So I had to start calling her Sunday mornings to help make her smile.
If you ever needed help, advice etc; he was the one you could go to.
Remember the pole at the back of the house. Members of my family took turns painting the top of it white.
I remember granny babysitting us and she took us to one of his hockey games. Uncle Alex got real mad at one player and the referee was right there. uncle Alex was yelling at the referee. He didn't take shit off of anyone. We kept hollowing "hit him Uncle Alex"
I remember the year dick and I got engaged. Uncle Alex and Aunt Shirley and Mom and Dad went to Florida. uncle Alex had bought a new shiny pinky ring which you could tell he loved.