Yesterday some one from my childhood passed away. He was a fun, cheerful old man who always held a place in my heart and always will. I met him and his darling wife a long while ago when I was just a little girl in boarding school. Many times they took me and two of my friends for the weekend, playing and laughing with us despite their age. I can still remember playing Ping-Pong and rummy with them, with dear old Uncle Ted trying to find out people's cards through their glasses. He let us take over the shed he had in the back, getting us little chairs and a table and even painting it pink. They let us help them find a kitten for them, name it and help take care of it.
With all that...I can't believe he's gone.
I did get to see him one last time three weeks ago. He was physically a shadow of the man I knew. He was ill, quiet and dragging his feet as he walked around. But his smile was still just as bright and his eyes just as caring as they were back then, so many years ago. He still laughed, even if it wasn't as much. We had ice cream and cookies together for the last time before we left. My friend whispered in my ear that it could be the last time we saw him....
I didn't believe her.
So now I find myself in shock over his death. I ask any person out there who knows that there is indeed a God to pray for my dear old Uncle Ted. In return, I will pray for you.
Thank you all and may God Bless!
-Dandin-of-Redwall- or -Ireland Ranger-