Thursday, December 19, 2024
My uncle John was, as they say, Good people. He helped so many, so often, you might think it would go unnoticed, but it doesn’t. People recognized his genuineness and were put at ease by his clam way of communicating.
When I had tickets to a Mets game on a week night in the summer of ‘86 and my dad had to get up too early for work, my uncle John offered to go with me. Not only did he go, but he drove and then took me to Kennedy’s afterward.
When we talked I had no choice but to soak up his words of wisdom or laugh at his dry delivery of hysterical observations. His stories were varied and always surprised me that my calm mild mannered Uncle John could have such a wide array of experiences, somehow he would always be able to weave in a “moral of the story”. He never judged me by what I’ve done or was doing, but instead offered a relatable story in a nonjudgmental way about things he may have done or seen.
Uncle John is sorely missed and forever fondly remembered. From one “Cool Dude” to another, Rest In Peace Cool Dude.
