When I was growing up my mom had to travel once a year so I would stay with my Aunt Joyce and Uncle Ronnie. It was a fun time in my life and I remember it fondly. As I got older I didn’t need to stay with them, but missed it. I remember my Uncle Ronnie coming home from work, grabbing a beer and sitting down in his chair. He had a certain routine that he kept always. We would talk about anything and everything. He loved to debate. There was always sports on television at their house and when we would all get together for the holidays Uncle Ronnie and they guys would set up a TV away from everyone else for football.
When we moved to Bethel Aunt Joyce and Uncle Ronnie would come and stay for a few days to a week. We would work in the garden, can beans, fish and sit around shooting the breeze. He would aways sit on our front porch with his radio and when the sun went down his single beer came out. Once we were out of town so they came to stay with my mom. She had told them that we wanted to tear down our pool table that had been damaged from our basement flooding. When we got home the pool table had been dismantled. He was always willing to help out. He was also one hell of a pool player. I found that little tidbit out the hard way. 🙂
Today we had to say goodbye and it was really very hard. I don’t like to say goodbye. I don’t like the word. It’s too final for me. Everyone there today had a memory of Uncle Ronnie. These were just a few of mine. Joyce, Debbie, Krissy, Kailey and Jeff I love you all and I’m so sorry for your loss.
A note to my Uncle Ronnie:
Even though I don’t drink anymore I am going to grab one of the beers you left that is still in the back of my fridge, turn on some country music on the radio, find a football game and give you my version of farewell until I see you again. There’s a lot we will need to talk about.
Love you Uncle Ronnie.
Hugs,
Teresa
