I’m trying to figure out what to say about my uncle Billy. I didn’t know him very well to be honest. It is hard to know everyone well when a family is as large as mine. If I’m remembering correctly, Billy rocked velcro sneakers with style and conviction. He loved to watch the big ships come in on Lake Superior and drank Tab soda. I’ve eaten eggs benedict at his kitchen table on Christmas morning and swam in his hot tub and lived with his youngest daughter.
Out of my eleven uncles on my mother’s side, he was never one that I was close to but that doesn’t make this any easier. Or any simpler. I loved Billy for being my uncle, for what he meant to his family and the generosity he always showed me. Mourning from 1,100 miles away can be lonely, but mostly I’m sad that I can’t be there to celebrate his life with the people that loved him most. And hold their hands, as they’ve often held mine.
Uncle Billy, you will be greatly missed. Family– Sending all my love from DC. I’m sorry I can’t be there with you all.