Back From A Funeral

I Just returned from my brother in laws funeral. In the years that I knew him he lived a simple life. In my presence he never said an unkind word about anyone, nor even raise his voice in anger.

In my presence he never uttered a curse word, or made a sly suggestion - ever.

He always showed up when he said that he would, and always volunteered to help in any way that he could.

He'd always help clean up those huge Christmas Dinner, and Thanksgiving Dinner messes. He always had gifts for every occasion, whether it be for a birthday, Easter, or Christmas.

He was a nice Uncle for my little girl, and she cried at his funeral today - always a good sign.

He wasn't a rich man, or a successful man in the material sense. He wasn't a perfect man, but none of us are. He was just a quiet, and ordinary guy.

He had some health problems towards the end. His hearing was never that good when I knew him, and he developed Parkinson's Disease. Eventually he ended up in a rehabilitation center, and died of Pneumonia.

Today he was buried at Camp Butler, after a military funeral. The men, and women who carry out those services are simply incredible.

I'll miss Gary - he was a nice guy.