On Friday, October 13th I attended the funeral of my Dad’s uncle (my Grand Uncle?) with my parents and nephew. Uncle Rae, as I knew him, was a surrogate father to my own Dad since his father, my Grandfather, died when my Dad was just a child. While I knew my Uncle Rae and had only pleasant childhood memories of him, I didn’t really know him well. The most recent memory that I could recall of Uncle Rae was when I with the parents, visited the home he shared with a previous wife and step-children in the town of Marion, which had to have been in the late nineteen-seventies.
He had five sisters: Helen, Dorothy, Beatrice (Betty), Isabel (Izzy), and Mildred (Millie). I never met Helen or Dorothy; they died either before I was born or when I was just a baby, but I knew his other sisters. Betty lived with Izzy, my Dad’s mother, when I
He had five sisters: Helen, Dorothy, Beatrice (Betty), Isabel (Izzy), and Mildred (Millie). I never met Helen or Dorothy; they died either before I was born or when I was just a baby, but I knew his other sisters. Betty lived with Izzy, my Dad’s mother, when I
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