“An amazing uncle is like a glass of refreshing lemonade in the hot summer of life.”

The blue sky extends forever and the sun is bright and warm. I have ditched my sweatshirt. I’m in summer t-shirt mode. Yesterday I cleaned the dining room. I’m talking moving furniture and clearing the webs of time. During the cleaning, I’d stop and sit down and figure I’d done enough then I’d get up and do more. I’m back to cleaning a room a day, downstairs. I close my eyes when I get upstairs where both bedroom are messy and cluttered. One room is the cats’ mess. The other is my mess. The to do list which first had cleaning upstairs on it is now brittle and yellowed. I keep adding upstairs to new lists as sort of a homage.

I’m living in a Goldilocks’ dilemma. Such is my life now. Last week my favorite coffee cup broke, one I’d been using for years. Since then I have been on a quest to replace that cup and have had no success. The first couple of cups were too small. Today’s cup was too big and too heavy. My cabinet is filled with cups. This could take a while.

I do need to go out today, the second time this week. One more time will be a new record. I have retired my previous outside clothes to the growing pile of laundry. They served me well.

My uncle died yesterday, my favorite uncle. He was my mother’s younger brother, ten years younger than she and ten years older than I. Uncle Jack loved Bing Crosby and fancied himself a bit of a Bing. When I was in Ghana, my sister sent me a mixed tape of songs off the radio. I played it as soon as I got it, and what a surprise I had. Right in the middle of the radio songs was my Uncle Jack singing. I loved it. My sister later told me he had asked what she was doing and then asked for the mike. On most Fridays, my Uncle Jack was at my parents’ house. They played card games, sang and had a few drinks. If my phone rang on a Friday around 1 or 2 AM, I knew who it was. I’d pick up the phone and say hello. My Uncle Jack would say, “Leenie,” his nickname for me, from Kathleen, and then start singing. I dearly loved my Uncle Jack.

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8 Comments on ““An amazing uncle is like a glass of refreshing lemonade in the hot summer of life.””

  1. Christer. Says:

    I’m so sorry for Your loss!

    Cloudy but just enough warm to make it a nice spring day. I can have the kitchen door open and all radoíators are now shut off 🙂 I’ll most likely ahve to turn them on again during the weekend because it will rain and the radiators are needed to keep the humidity outside.


    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      Thank you.

      The heat has been off but it has been warm enough, but I’ll probably need my sweatshirt tonight as I can feel the chill coming. The rest of the week should be just as nice as today.

      Enjoy your day!

  2. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Sorry to hear of the loss of your uncle. I had several favorite uncles. Unfortunately, they have all passed on. Each of them was a character and my memories of them are interesting because we only saw them once a year at the most. My uncle Harry was in the junk business, ie scrap metal. When he retired to Miami Beach, he showed me a pile of junk he had collected in his garage. He walked every morning and picked up scraps of metal along the way. I guess you can take the man out of the junk business, but you can’t take the junk out of the junkman. 🙂

    Today is cloudy again with more rain in the forecast. The high today won’t get above 77°. Dallas has already had 5.5 inches of rain since Sunday and more is in the forecast.

    Since your uncle was a fan of Bing Crosby, what was his real first name? It was Harry. That’s what made me think of my uncle Harry. My uncle Harry couldn’t sing a note, but he was a good dancer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      Uncle Jack is the last of his generation of aunts and uncles. All have passed away. I am now part of the old generation. I am around the oldest.

      I saw my relatives a lot when I was growing up. They all lived close, and I’d also see them at my grandparent’s house. Even now most of my cousins still live close to where I lived as a kid and my sister gets together with them for cousins’ night. Living on the cape excuses my absence from the events.

      I knew his first name was Harry. That is also the name of one of his son’s from his second marriage. He was always on the Christmas shows. He couldn’t sing.

  3. Birgit Says:

    I’m so sorry. May he sing in heaven.

    • katry Says:

      He’d be joining my mother and father in the kitchen in song!!

  4. im6 Says:

    We’re at that point in life where these things are becoming more and more common. Yet the hurt never lessens. Sounds like Uncle Jack was the type of uncle we all need. My sincere condolences.

    • katry Says:

      Thank you! Uncle Jack was definitely the type of uncle we all cherished. He was funny and generous and loving. I have such wonderful memories of being there Friday nights with my parents and my uncle or getting the Leenie phone call. He was the last of the oldest generation.

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