June 27, 2014
June 27, 2014
The times when he and my father would reminisce about the misadventures they had together will warm my heart for years to come. I can't remember a single detail of any of them, but there was a magic when the two of them got together and the past would whisk them away to another time and place. I know they're sitting on a front porch somewhere in the great beyond planning their next life story over a cup of coffee, I just hope they don't get the rest of us banned before we can get there to join them. Love you, Uncle Gene. I'll miss you dearly. Tell my old man hello and we'll see you when the time comes.