Heard yesterday from my sister that our Uncle Edgar had died. Uncle Edgar was my father's only brother (four years younger) and only days ago, he celebrated his 95th birthday. He was the very last of our parent's siblings to die. Here's a picture of him next to my father as a little one. Uncle Edgar was always jovial and loud. I used to love the smell of his pipe tobacco. I remember sitting outside his house with him and watching the purple martins swirl around catching their fill of mosquitoes with the pipe smoke kept them away from us!
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My condolences on the passing of your uncle.
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