Cheryl and I went down to see Uncle Joe in the hospice facility on Valentine's Day because the family said they weren't sure how much longer he was going to last and if we wanted to see him beforehand, we had better come on down. So we did. It's only a five hour drive which for those of us raised in the back of Volkswagen on long cross-country drives is only a drive across town in comparison. And this was far more important.
And the drive gives one time to think.
Uncle Joe is a farmer, a man of the land. He is also a pilot, a man of the air. And he is a Christian, a man of God. He is so many things. Strong, determined, stubborn, hospitable, loving, kind (but firm), extremely hard-working. Generous. No-nonsense, unless he's telling a joke or a funny story or pulling your leg.
He takes so many things seriously, yet never seemed to take himself quite so seriously. He likes to laugh, but he also likes to make sure things get done because life (on the farm, in the air) is dependent on so many things getting done on time and correctly. He wants people to take responsibility and do their jobs well and right, but he also looks out for and takes care of those who are struggling and need a helping hand.
In my youth, I wasn't quite sure what to make of him. When I spent time with my cousin Dale on their farm, we always seemed to be running afoul of one rule or another, but that was because we were a couple of goofballs who had to be reminded that there was a time for fun and there was a time for work, and work always took precedence. We always seemed to get that backwards. But one word from Uncle Joe would get us both scrambling in the right direction!
I never got to see him in the air. That would have been a treat beyond measure since I dearly love flying.
He is as solid as the Rock he depended on, a servant devoted to his Savior and his church who lives his life in accordance with the Scriptures.
And he is now enjoying the reward of a life well-lived.
We miss you, Uncle Joe, but are full of happiness for the person you are and the rest you now enjoy.
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I didn't have much interaction with Uncle Joe; my memories are mostly with cousin Jerry in the sandbox. But I remember his home was always welcoming and he made the ice cream to prove it.
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