Tuesday was my birthday. All day long I celebrated life.
Tuesday night I got a phone call. My godfather/uncle had died. He was only 55 years old.
Today is Eugene’s birthday. We celebrated life.
Tonight in Arizona is Uncle Dan’s funeral service for the family. I did not make the trip.
Uncle Dan was likely the first person I ever spoke to on ham radio. When I was very young, Dad in Tennessee would get Dan in Arizona on HF phone and chat. I was too nervous or too shy to talk to Uncle Dan, but Dad could get me to talk to the microphone: “Hi, Mike!” (“Hi, Mic!”)
The last time I saw Uncle Dan was almost three years ago when my mom died. He read from Proverbs 31 during her funeral Mass and was a pallbearer as well.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace.
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