 Originally Posted by Clairity
MoS, he sounds like a great uncle (and a wonderful man).
Your memories of him make me smile.
I know you miss him..
That he was, Clairity. He was the best man I've ever known, and more than likely ever will know. He always kept Sunkist in his refrigerator and Little Debbie raisin creme pies in his breadbox for when I'd stop by on my way to get the mail every day, too. I'd get the mail, come up to his house, sit in the chair beside him, and we'd talk. Or sometimes we wouldn't say a word. Sometimes we'd play cards, or watch TV.
I'd ask him, "Do you mind if I get me a drink?" and he'd say, "You know you don't need to ask. You know where they're at, go get you one!" I'd usually stay about an hour, then head back home for supper. He ate supper with us a good bit of the time, too.
In everything I do, I try to remember to ask myself, what would Uncle Steve do here?
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