Uncle Tad
October 20, 2019
So many great memories of my Uncle Tad…he was the real deal...always present and in the moment, always in a good mood and fun to be around, always genuinely interested to know more. He had a way of putting people at ease, while asking challenging questions. I continue to reflect on his advice and often think about our conversations. I try to be the same way with my son and nephew.
In July 2008, Uncle Tad, Aunt Linda, and Brittany visited me in Halifax...such a great visit on many levels. One of the highlights was spending a few hours at Peggy’s Cove. It was a perfect day to experience that place. The sky, the fog, and ocean appeared to blend together. For the first time that I remember, Brittany expressed concern about her dad’s health. I never would have known…Uncle Tad seemed to be happy, and his demeanor matched the peacefulness of that day.
October 2011, I was in Atlanta for work, and Uncle Tad met me one morning. He picked me up at the hotel and we headed to the High Museum. He was excited to show me a Jackson Pollock that was recently on view as part of a special exhibit, ‘Picasso to Warhol.’ Uncle Tad led the way, quietly passing other master works to finally arrive at Pollock. I remember that he didn’t say anything; we just observed and enjoyed for a while. It was a special day for me. He was a very special person.
Uncle Tad, we love you and we miss you.
In July 2008, Uncle Tad, Aunt Linda, and Brittany visited me in Halifax...such a great visit on many levels. One of the highlights was spending a few hours at Peggy’s Cove. It was a perfect day to experience that place. The sky, the fog, and ocean appeared to blend together. For the first time that I remember, Brittany expressed concern about her dad’s health. I never would have known…Uncle Tad seemed to be happy, and his demeanor matched the peacefulness of that day.
October 2011, I was in Atlanta for work, and Uncle Tad met me one morning. He picked me up at the hotel and we headed to the High Museum. He was excited to show me a Jackson Pollock that was recently on view as part of a special exhibit, ‘Picasso to Warhol.’ Uncle Tad led the way, quietly passing other master works to finally arrive at Pollock. I remember that he didn’t say anything; we just observed and enjoyed for a while. It was a special day for me. He was a very special person.
Uncle Tad, we love you and we miss you.