"Old friend, grief is like the wake behind the boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind, and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward. But if you keep moving, the big wake will eventually dissipate. And after a long enough time, the waters in your life get calm again, and that is when the memories of those who have left, begin to shine as bright and enduring as the stars above."
And he makes some good rice as well!
RIP Uncle Ben
"Take back our future"- Carly Fiorina
To Uncle Ben.
The early bird may get the worm, but the Second Mouse gets the cheese. SW
What a poignant write-up. It's obvious you cared for him and he cared for you. This brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing your thoughts of your Uncle.
If you will be at the 12-Hours, we'll have a toast and a drink for Uncle Ben. We've met before, we are in spaces 7 and 8, Turn 1.