in my life.
My uncle passed away yesterday….
At 81 years old, Uncle Bob played at least 9 holes of golf every day until three weeks ago. His energy and no-fear attitude was my inspiration. In fact, he and my aunt took on re-doing an old general store/post office/bank building she fell in love with five years ago in Golden, Texas. They made it into a magazine-cover home. This was their second complete home renovation since he turned 70. Who starts a project like that when most of their friends are relaxing? Uncle Bob did.
Uncle Bob encouraged me to write a book about their young neighbor in Golden, The Bulb Hunter.
I loved staying with he and my aunt, talking faith and flowers till the wee hours. Uncle Bob enjoyed describing a plant he’d seen playing golf that day so he could know its name the next time, his beautiful clear blue eyes shining like a child on Christmas morning, always ending with “isn’t God good to us?”
No matter what time I arose the next morning, I was met by Uncle Bob, handing me a cup of coffee, his open Bible near his favorite chair. Did the guy EVER sleep?
Uncle Bob will be missed by everyone since he never met a stranger. He’s already teeing off near the Streets Of Gold rather than ones in Golden, Texas. And I have a feeling he’ll be telling ME the names of all the plants he’s discovered when I get to be with him again.
Posted on February 24, 2012, in happening in my life. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Cherie, this was a marvelous tribute. Thanks for introducing us to your Uncle Bob.
I loved the bicycle fence!
Thank you, Lonnie, for letting me introduce you to Uncle Bob and share a little bit of my love for him. Isn’t that the COOLEST fence ever? The two artists that used the building as their studio before my aunt and uncle bought the place put it there, I believe. You ought to see it when all the daffodils are in bloom. I’ll try to get a shot of it. c:
Such a sweet story! What a blessing to have such a wonderful person in your life.
You are such a blessing and thank you for always being there for Mom. I love you!
I love it! 🙂