My uncle was much like my dad. They were brothers. Best friends. They shared unspoken memories that we, today, probably couldnt grasp. Their lives growing up were HARD. Plowing, milking, picking on the farm BEFORE school. More when they got home. No time for love or affection, let alone meaningful conversation. But always time for discipline....Then off to Vietnam. My uncle was a hard man on the outside. But thank you sweet Lord....he lived long enough for us to see & experience his soft (real) side. He loved them grand babies. Loved his kids. Loved his family. He played his guitar 24/7. He spoke his mind. He was loud (Hollon trait), he was determined, opinionated, strong, smart. His passing is not in vain. He definitely left his mark on his entire family. So...Uncle Verlin...that time you made me sit because I told you that you werent my boss....You da BOSS!!
Posted on: Sat, 17 May 2014 02:12:02 +0000
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