RIP Uncle Sam

October 22, 1937 - October 5, 2011


It's been many years since I've seen him - I think it may have been in 2000 when I went back for my Aunt Doris' funeral. As a child, I remember Uncle Sam being tall, so tall....and he was big. Not fat, just big! And he had this huge booming voice that let everyone know what he thought - whether you wanted to know or not! And he was always bald, or nearly bald. I remember being slightly terrified of him when I was younger, simply because he was larger than life.

I remember his house - the only one that I ever remember him and Aunt Dorothy living in. It was an old Victorian home, and it was made at least partially of stone. There was a stone wall in the yard with an archway in it, and I always thought that it was the coolest. thing. ever.

I should have gone to see him and Aunt Dorothy when we were back in Pennsylvania, but I didn't. No excuses - I just didn't. And that's something that I will always regret.

But now, for him there is no more cancer. No more doctors poking and prodding. No more pain.

Just peace.