I received news that my Uncle Don was in a car accident and died in a Hattiesburg MS hospital on November 2nd. The funeral is today.
He was 80 years old. A retired Navy Lt. Commander. Pictured here with his wife, my Aunt Claire, who is my dad's sister.
Growing up, I was very close to my dad's side of the family. Every holiday spent with my Mammaw, aunts and uncles and cousins. I remember before getting married, Sam and I went to visit my aunt and uncle in Mississippi. For breakfast, Uncle Don made eggs and bacon and grits with lots of butter and pepper. Sam ate the grits to be nice but he hated them. I guess grits is an acquired taste for some.
My Uncle Don and Uncle Bob were the ones who talked to me before I came to Kuwait, to make sure I knew what I was getting into. They liked Sam so gave their blessing on my decision.
Sadly, it's been some years since I've seen them. I called my uncle and spoke to him briefly summer before last. Time and distance changes many things. I've been away from the States for 16 years. My dad no longer speaks to me. And I don't have much contact now with anyone on his side of the family. Blood is not thicker than water it seems.
When I opened a photo album to find a picture of Uncle Don, I also found this little card that reads:
A Prayer of Gratitude for Being Alive
Thank you for bringing so much joy into my life,
I feel so grateful to be alive.
Thank you for helping me appreciate all the small pleasures.
Please continue to grant me cheerfulness each day
for the positive things to come.
Please help me to continue finding the joyous blessings
you create with such generosity.
Friendship blessings, Tammy