Like Waves on the Ocean

It was only a month ago that I posted (again) about how my dad and his four brothers, all WWII vets, were still hanging around on this earth. That all has changed now that my dad's brother, Glenn, has passed on. He was 92.

I don't know how many pregnancies my grandmother experienced. I believe that some ended in stillbirths. Glenn was the first to survive childbirth - the first of five, all boys. Besides those five boys, my grandmother raised two step-sons. What a woman!!!

Early in my life, Glenn's family lived in the same nearby town as my grandmother, so we were able to spend a good amount of time with them. But they moved to Illinois in the mid-60s and I may have only seen Glenn two times after that.

I can honestly say that I never knew the man. We had absolutely no relationship. My only memories of him are from a very early age and involve him talking. A lot. Since I was a kid at the time, I never hung around enough to hear what all of the blathering was about.

The talking gene is very prevalent and strong on my father's side of my family of birth. I didn't seem to inherit it, though. I think that if it's within me, I turned it off in response to all of the talk around me. I remember thinking that if I didn't say anything or ask any questions, I wouldn't encourage more yakking.

That never worked.

Goodbye, Uncle Glenn. I know that you were more than the limited memories I have. I'm sorry that I never got to know you. Sweet voyages to you.