To my dear Uncle Del. He will be so missed. A big, booming, German with a love for gardening and playing poker. You always told me that “all but the last two are easy”. Kinda glad you only had one “hard”. I can’t even begin to think what my aunt is going through. Imagine waking up in the bed you’ve gone slept with your husband in for 60+ years to find him gone. And you’re alone. And it’s 4:00 am. And you’re alone. After 60+ years. I so can’t wrap my head around it.
Travel well Unk.
(p.s. Those footprints on the ceiling 40 some years ago, they were mine. I know you knew, but thanks for never letting on)