I've been blessed so far in life to not lose many people who I was close to. My grandpas both died when I was in high school. That was sad, but they had both been very old and declining in health for so long. This is different. This is my dad's little brother. When I last saw him, there was no thought in my mind that it would be the last time I'd see him.
As one does, I've been thinking about my Uncle a lot over the past few days. So, here are a few of my favorite memories of this wonderful man.
Uncle Wes and me when I was probably 8, and shortly after that, I decided pictures should all be cropped into awkward shapes, removing the background . |
I also remember a few times where we got to talk on the phone. This was back when long distance calls were expensive, so a rare treat for a very chatty little girl. He had gotten a new car, which I was pronouncing phonetically, Ply-mouth. This cracked him up, and I think of it whenever I see a Plymouth, which is rare since they haven't made any for 15 years!
Around that same time, I renamed him Uncle Prickle Beard, because well, he had a prickly beard, and it tickled, and I thought it was hilarious. Then I got older and was completely embarrassed that I had ever called him that, but he would still sign notes or emails as "UPB."
Wes was one of "the little boys," and we loved to commiserate about the injustices suffered by the younger children of the family. Whenever people talk about the little ones being spoiled, I have stories to tell.
He had a uniquely witty way of talking and writing. My dad would pick up this tendency when they were together and it always made me smile. For example, at the 2005 family reunion, he organized a Scrabble tournament. After a close championship game, Wes accidentally won. But he had a prize for the winner, which he didn't want to accept for himself. He declared me the winner, "via a minimal deficit, but having attained a superior average score per move." He was tricky like that.
Most importantly, he loved Jesus and wanted everyone else to, too. I'm happy that he is in heaven. But I'm very sad that he isn't with us anymore.
Around that same time, I renamed him Uncle Prickle Beard, because well, he had a prickly beard, and it tickled, and I thought it was hilarious. Then I got older and was completely embarrassed that I had ever called him that, but he would still sign notes or emails as "UPB."
Wes was one of "the little boys," and we loved to commiserate about the injustices suffered by the younger children of the family. Whenever people talk about the little ones being spoiled, I have stories to tell.
He had a uniquely witty way of talking and writing. My dad would pick up this tendency when they were together and it always made me smile. For example, at the 2005 family reunion, he organized a Scrabble tournament. After a close championship game, Wes accidentally won. But he had a prize for the winner, which he didn't want to accept for himself. He declared me the winner, "via a minimal deficit, but having attained a superior average score per move." He was tricky like that.
Most importantly, he loved Jesus and wanted everyone else to, too. I'm happy that he is in heaven. But I'm very sad that he isn't with us anymore.