In the early morning hours of last Saturday, August 13th, my Mom’s older brother finally succumbed to the cancer he had been diagnosed with last summer. He was 66.
My memories of him are mainly from when I was young. His two sons were close in age to myself and my siblings so we were fairly close growing up. My Uncle served in the Navy as a young man in the mid-1960s and then later became a postman which he did until he retired a few years ago.
He was a great cook as was my grandfather who owned a few restaurants in the Boston area. I remember hearing about the cooking shows he used to watch, including Yan Can Cook. He received a lot of enjoyment from that.
One of my favorite memories of Uncle Bobby was about 20 years ago a cousin of mine was getting married in Florida. The whole family flew down for the wedding.
My aunt, his older sister, had arranged for us to go tubing down this river while she prepared for the wedding. I remember Uncle Bobby sitting in the inner tube with his cut-off denim shorts and white t-shirt. He was laughing. For some reason that sticks out in my mind the most.
The memorial service is today. Uncle Bobby, you will be missed, but never ever forgotten!