A Smiling Nod
I was asked to write something about my cousin Bob who recently made the trip to heaven. “I don’t want something sad… you know make it funny(ish)…you are a better writer than me…than any of us really” my cousin Doris (Bob’s sister) said to me. “Ok, I can do that.” What is written below is what was be passed out to those who attend the “Celebration of Life” gathering for Bob Hunker.
Memories are the images and imprints of past happenings. When we are living the future memory, the event helps mold us into what we are the next day. Slowly over years we become who we are and what we believe. Bob has aided all of us in our quest for our true selves.
I remember lavish Christmas dinners at Bob’s house and his laughter coming from the head of the table.
I remember Bob walking into a room or a house taking it upon himself to “modify” the feel of the area to his standards. Not one of us was ever correct.
I remember Bob inviting as many people to a fresh fish fry lunch that he wanted no matter who was doing the actual fishing or cleaning of the fish.
I remember Bob serving cold soup at one of this many gatherings and the astonished me telling my father that “My soup is cold.”
I remember having cocktails on the porch at the farm with Bob and some of my friends discussing current world events only to look up at a perfect rear view of Bob’s tighty whiteys as he peed into the bushes.
I remember seeing Bob in his study sitting on a hard un-cushioned straight back wooden chair in front of a tiny antique desk with piles of near avalanche looking papers and thinking where is Norman Rockwell when you need him.
I remember the joy on Bob’s face as he told me that he had purchased the place cards for ten cents each at the dollar store while sipping spirits that cost fifty dollars a bottle.
I remember the adult face that mirrored the little girls’ mortified face of horror, when my sister found out that those were Frog Legs on her plate at one of Bob’s dinners.
I remember the majestic way Bob sat on his steed leading the way on the hunt, the happiness on his face with the thrill of it, and the willingness of all those who followed him.
We will always remember Bob with a smiling nod of one who liked to pave his own trail…and we can all learn from his example of how to live life!
Memories are the images and imprints of past happenings. When we are living the future memory, the event helps mold us into what we are the next day. Slowly over years we become who we are and what we believe. Bob has aided all of us in our quest for our true selves.
I remember lavish Christmas dinners at Bob’s house and his laughter coming from the head of the table.
I remember Bob walking into a room or a house taking it upon himself to “modify” the feel of the area to his standards. Not one of us was ever correct.
I remember Bob inviting as many people to a fresh fish fry lunch that he wanted no matter who was doing the actual fishing or cleaning of the fish.
I remember Bob serving cold soup at one of this many gatherings and the astonished me telling my father that “My soup is cold.”
I remember having cocktails on the porch at the farm with Bob and some of my friends discussing current world events only to look up at a perfect rear view of Bob’s tighty whiteys as he peed into the bushes.
I remember seeing Bob in his study sitting on a hard un-cushioned straight back wooden chair in front of a tiny antique desk with piles of near avalanche looking papers and thinking where is Norman Rockwell when you need him.
I remember the joy on Bob’s face as he told me that he had purchased the place cards for ten cents each at the dollar store while sipping spirits that cost fifty dollars a bottle.
I remember the adult face that mirrored the little girls’ mortified face of horror, when my sister found out that those were Frog Legs on her plate at one of Bob’s dinners.
I remember the majestic way Bob sat on his steed leading the way on the hunt, the happiness on his face with the thrill of it, and the willingness of all those who followed him.
We will always remember Bob with a smiling nod of one who liked to pave his own trail…and we can all learn from his example of how to live life!
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