He became a surrogate uncle to me when my family made the jump from the east coast to the west. He was a feisty one. He loved reading Rolling Stone for the politics and drinking scotch. He served in world war two in France, just as it was being freed from the nazis. He recalled offering a Coke to a French woman who proclaimed that it was trop fort (or too strong). Since I knew him he would often send me postcards from his travels. He was a thoughtful and thought provoking friend.
It is also my wedding anniversary. These photos were taken three years ago today and they will be how I remember him forever.
The sad thing is that I mailed him a get well card this morning. And now he will never get it. And I was supposed to visit him in the hospital tomorrow.
I'm so sad.
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