If you'll forgive a somber post...
My Uncle Joe is dying. He's been a very 'special' member of our family, in the very politically correct sense of the word, as he is Developmentally Disabled.
Here's a little tribute to good ol' Uncle Joel Burgess, 58.
|Handsome fella. Cerca 1976. Age 23.|
|Floatin'. Age 47.|
These next two were taken the day Joe cleared the beach. He was playing with my cousin Ryan and lost track of him. So he told the lifeguard that Ryan was missing and all the kids had to get out of the water, sending everybody into a Ryan-finding frenzy. Of course Ryan was safely nowhere near the water. Check out Joe's muscles!
Uncle Joe loved to go fishing with his brothers. My Uncle Danny used to get a lot of guff because he always brought way too much stuff on the boat. When asked what he thought Danny could name his new boat, Joe suggested, "The Kitchen Sink".
A couple life lessons we can all learn from Uncle Joe:
- Be happy.
- Never end a conversation without saying, "I Love You."
- If you're waking up from a surgery in the recovery room at the hospital, a funny thing to say when the Doctor comes in is "What's Up Doc?"
See you in the funny papers, Joe.