When Danger Reared Its Ugly Head...

He bravely turned his tail and fled. Brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.

I hate death. I want to avoid it when it comes up. As a former pastor, associate, youth, etc. I have been around it a lot. I stood my mom as she passed away. My uncle Roger, people from the church, family friends, etc.
And I wish I could have avoided it this weekend.
I got a call early Friday morning that my favorite uncle had passed away. I had just seen him in a funeral home parking lot a week ago, at a visitation for a family friend. We just waved, no stopping to talk.
And now he is gone.
He was my favorite for a number of reasons.
First, he always seemed to care about everyone. He was a part of the Sertoma Club, Junior Achievement, he volunteered at the hospital and fire department. He did not know a stranger, everyone went to school with him, at least according to him.
Second, he was fun. He had a great sense of humor and a great laugh. He was just someone you wanted to be around. We picked on him at family gatherings, and he took it in great strides.
I remember his love for cottage cheese. His love for candy, snacks, bananas, and the champagne of beers.
I remember his great handshake. He never really made it as a car salesman because he had too good of a handshake.
I remember him working at Ace Hardware and us ringing the doorbells on display to get his attention, and possibly, his goat.
I still say "let's rid up supper" because I learned it from him.
I remember sitting in his little office at Gordon's when he rented cars. I actually rented a car from him. Didn't need to, just did it for a trip to Michigan.
I remember his Mom, his grandma, and so much more....

Then a young mom died in Pana. Four kids left behind and her husband, who is such a nice young man. He helped us at church during a drama presentation.

When danger rears its ugly head, or death...I flee.

Goodbye Uncle Kenny. My fondness for you will never fail.