I'll be away for a few days to attend the funeral of Glen's Uncle Joe in Alabama. Uncle Joe was tough as nails, gruff, and US GI all the way, on the outside, but had the heart of an explorer and the compassion of a poet, on the inside.
I will miss our heated political discussions, our shared love of Mexican food, and our time spent out on the veranda watching the birds play in the Spanish moss hanging from the trees.
Uncle Joe, my life has been blessed to have known you.
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