Uncle Bob

Last week I was napping with Alice when my Dad called to tell me that my Uncle Bob was killed in a car accident. My sister and I spent almost every summer of our pre-teen years at Uncle Bob's house whooping it up with our cousins Lisa and Kevin. Uncle Bob has made me countless ice cream floats and PBJ sandwiches over the years.

Bob was a good guy. He was an Air Force pilot and in his later years a Drama teacher. I can't recall Bob's memory to mind without imagining him laughing at some prank or pratfall. Bob was big on teasing and tickling. He seemed to have a policy that a kid couldn't be truly happy unless they were squirting milk out the nose. Truthfully Bob was much gentler with nieces than nephews. He called us sweethearts and always had a welcoming grin and hug for a shy kid.

My Uncle and Aunt managed to raise two of my very favorite human beings. Lisa and Kevin are world traveling adventurers and their accomplishments gave Bob the chance to laugh his way around the whole world before he passed.
His funeral was packed with old friends and great stories. Bob left early but he made the most of his time.