On July 20th our family lost a great man. Indeed I believe that anyone who ever met Uncle Frank knew that he was a great man. He was a man that meant a great deal to me for many different reasons throughout my life. My Maternal Grandfather passed away while I was very young and my Paternal Grandfather lived in Saskatchewan (which is essentially the same as being dead) Uncle Frank acted as my Grandfather.

He and Aunt Dorothy would drag their trailers across the mountains from Calgary to meet the family camping at various locations or would set-up shop in our driveway. These visits were always greatly anticipated by Sister and I as Uncle Frank and Aunt Dorothy always took lots of time out of their holidays to play with us, take us places and just love us.

The past 10 days have been difficult as I've never really lost anyone with as much impact on my life as Uncle. The night I found out I think I cried for 3 hours straight. The funeral in Three Hills was incredibly difficult. I only took two days off to go down for the funeral as I wisely figured that diving headlong back into work was the best way of dealing with everything.

There are a few things that I will always remember about Uncle Frank. The house on 19th Ave where everyone was always welcome. How he was always the epitome of a gentleman. How he always made people feel comfortable and how he never had a bad word to say about anyone.

Uncle, I will always miss you.