Tribute To My Uncle

This previous Thursday (Thanksgiving), the early morning silence was broken by the ringing of the phone.  Usually phone calls during this time do not bode well, as was this particular instance as well.  The family was alerted to the passing of my uncle, my mother's brother, Lynn Crain.  He was the eldest son out of his parent's children, having several brothers and sisters to follow in birth.  Each of the children possessed various and starkly different skills in life.  Lynn's gift was to become very mechanically oriented, having innate knowledge of how to repair cars: both in regard to engine and body work.  He worked on restoring a Chevrolet Blazer I would own a few years later.  Through the years I, of course, had much interaction with my uncle, mainly at Thanksgiving and Christmas.  We would also see each other at various times sprinkled throughout the year.  On the day of the news, Mom stated she thought about her brother several times the day before and wished she would have taken action on her desire to telephone him.  Time is short and relationships are precious.  This is a simple reminder to make the most of familial ties by investing our lives with each other.  To my uncle, Lynn Crain, I stand in honor of who you are.  May you rest in peace.