All afternoon there was a stiff wind passing through that blew the leaves and branches off our trees and made me duck when it became too brisk.
I knew it had happend. I knew in my heart that Uncle George had passed and his massive spirit was seeking home...and saying hello on his way through to Wheeling West Virginia.
I got the call this afternoon...knowing already... he'd died at 8:15 this morning.
There are some forces of nature you have to respect and realize. Great Uncle George is one of them. He was massive, decided his own fate and realized that what came after him was extremely special.
We all are. Special I mean. However, I feel...just simply ... that all of the grownups have completely left the room.
I loved him.