I just got the call that I've been expecting for a while. My uncle Gardner passed away. Even though its been a long time since I've seen him, I will miss him. Just knowing that he won't be there when I go back to my hometown will seem odd. Gardner suffered for a long time and I'm glad that he's no longer in that kind of pain and agony. I will always remember him as my uncle who was always joking and loved to make people laugh. Make us laugh he did when he was teaching my son Logan how to ride a 4-wheeler ATV. Logan sat on the 4-wheeler as Gardner showed him how to operate it. Unknown to either of them, Gardner's shorts were caught on a part of the 4-wheeler so when Logan took off - so did Gardner's shorts. Ripped 'em right off. We've never stopped laughing about that, and never will.
I'm not sure if I'll get to go back home for the funeral or not. I want to, but its a busy week and I figured he would pass about the same time that Brian's sister who we rarely get to see would be coming for a visit. That seems to be the case. I'll wait to hear when the funeral will be and then will decide if I can make the trip or not. In either case, I'll be there in my thoughts.