Thursday, February 21, 2013

My Uncle Duck

My uncle Duck..

My first memory of him was he gave me a dollar. He said" Your dad will park at my can get a snack at the fair." I may have been around 5 or 6. But I never told dad...kept it in my piggy bank.

My uncle Duck.

I remember he had a cool old truck. From the fifties I was in the Wayne county outlook...I was so proud I had a cool uncle in the "paper" and his name was Duck.

My uncle Duck.

Grandma Ballou ( my most favorite person in the world) was dying...I came to see her whenever I could. Duck, a man of few words, told me..." you are her ,Korisa. She loves you because she sees you as her.". Then he left...that's Duck.

My uncle Duck...

When my uncle Junior died...was in a funk because didn't think dad was proud of me...he said, are you joking? Your dad has kept every newspaper clipping of you and I have them too!

My Uncle Duck...

He had cancer and got saved...and wanted everyone else to feel that peace.

My Uncle Duck..

Every visit he wanted to see my kids. He wanted ME to be happy. And if strength allowed , he visited ,laughed and was his crotchety hateful old self... That's what we loved about him.

He looks JUST like my dad as an older man. And he was a good man. I LOVE you so much Uncle Duck!!! Can't wait to see you aggravating and making fun of the angels in heaven! My life was blessed because you were there!!!

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