My Uncle John

This week my father’s youngest brother, my Uncle John, escaped his pain leaving us thankful for his peace but sad for our loss. I’m very thankful we got to spend time with him at the family reunion in May. A back injury and a nasty recent round of COVID are going to keep us from traveling right now.

My memories of Uncle John as a little girl were of a gangly teenager and young man with blond hair and twinkling eyes above an ever present smile. He looked more like the Shipley side of the fam...