Good bye Uncle Harry
This past weekend my uncle Harry past away. He was 80 years old. He was my dads oldest brother, the oldest of five siblings.
I grew up with uncle Harry very much a part of my life. Every holiday meal was spent at his home and all summer long we spent at the lake on boats and jet skis and learning to ski. Uncle Harry was a big person in size and spirit.
He listened when you talked, was always interested in what was happening in your life, he was so loving and caring. He was such a hard worker and passionate person, he built a company that made office furniture, still does and he was an ordained Rabbi.
In two weeks the joyous Jewish holiday Passover begins. The first two nights are celebrated with a big family dinner where we as a group tell the story of the holiday while eating ceremonial foods. Since I was born Uncle Harry was the leader of the story telling, this year it will be different and we will all feel it but we will tell the story for our children to hear, just like we are suppose to and just like he would have. It’s strange to think he won’t be there, he’s always just been there. Death is strange and sad and hard. But I’m lucky that I got to have uncle Harry in my life in such a big way and I’m happy he got to meet our girls. We will miss him.
Love you uncle Harry.