Uncle Charlie

While we were in Wisconsin this summer, my Uncle Charlie was admitted to the hospital.  Normally, we are far-flung when family events arise, but we were camped only one hour away from Wausau, Wisconsin. On late Sunday afternoon, July 15 we were able to visit with my Aunt Sally, my cousins, Jackie and Jenny and Jenny's hubby, Roy.  We spent a few hours and had a visit filled with the laughter of "remember when," as well as tears for the here and now.

 I have been the recipient of the gift of presence.  I hope you have too.  Sometimes you do not have words to say, but just being there, is gift enough.  Uncle Charlie died on Monday, July 16 and I am so very thankful I listened to that little voice nudging me to take a drive. 

Uncle Charlie on the left, my dad on the right

The funeral was filled with music and remembrances of a life well-lived! In his eulogy, Charlie's grandson, Josh, mentioned many things that made his grandpa special to him.  The gift of time was near the top.  I think my uncle understood that just being there at ball games or swim meets, where Josh could always see Grandpa in the stands, was a special gift of presence he could give his grandson. And he did.

I should also mention that one of the coolest gifts Josh received from his Grandpa - on his 10th birthday, Josh and Grandpa Charlie took a trip to Lambeau Field on a frigid November Sunday to watch the Packers play.  They both enjoyed the view from the warm comfort of a box seat.