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mrissaWhen my grandmother woke up on New Year's Day, she had six siblings living.
Now she has four.
My uncle Dud died this afternoon. He was Grandma's youngest brother, I think her favorite brother. He had been sick for quite some time, but it was still a very sudden decline--earlier in the weekend he was able to go out and do things with Onie and his grandkids.
I think the things I will remember most fondly about my uncle Dud are his big, booming laugh and his ease and happiness with small children. When I look up at the glass in the skyscrapers in this city I love, I think of my uncle who put it there.
Now she has four.
My uncle Dud died this afternoon. He was Grandma's youngest brother, I think her favorite brother. He had been sick for quite some time, but it was still a very sudden decline--earlier in the weekend he was able to go out and do things with Onie and his grandkids.
I think the things I will remember most fondly about my uncle Dud are his big, booming laugh and his ease and happiness with small children. When I look up at the glass in the skyscrapers in this city I love, I think of my uncle who put it there.
