As far back as I can recall, uncle Jim was always part of my life. I got to know him (and Aunt Joyce) better when, at 18 I packed up and went out to Wainwright for a few months. While I was there, he taught me how to ride a motorcycle. As we were driving back to camp, some BRITs that were over for training decided to have some fun and through a noisemaker under the truck. Uncle Jim was so calm. He said there’s going to be a big noise....just keep driving. Then he told me to follow their vehicle and when they parked and went into the building, he went over to the vehicle, fiddled with it, came back and said, “well, they won’t be going anywhere for a little while“.
When I was retired from my job, he would come over every Tuesday and we would either take Hershey for a walk or play cribbage. I thought I knew the game but he taught me some rules I had never heard of.
I will miss his smiling face, but expect he’s got an even bigger smile on his face now that he’s reunited with the love of his life. I will miss his smiling face, but expect he’s got an even bigger smile on his face now that he’s reunited with the love of his life. Love you uncle Jim, Hope
