Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Uncle Ron

In the green shirt, with my Dad and older brother, Tim.

Ron was the first person who spoke to me as another person, an equal, in my childhood. I will never forget our talks and his tender intelligence. He passed but will never go. His voice, the faint trace of cigarette odor in his room, and most of all his laughter is indelibly with me. Ron was more than my Uncle, he was one of my best friends in childhood.

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