Today I bury my sole remaining maternal uncle.

Not personally, mind you, I will not be tamping down the dirt with a spade. Just figuratively. I loved Uncle Frank, but after the other deaths I’ve endured recently I’m kind of numb to the pain.

Here’s the good news: Frank had a long healthy retirement. He got to enjoy his grandchildren. He had alzheimers toward the end and finally, his body failed him. He had no awareness of what was happening. I hope I have that much luck.

God hold Frank Fairchild in the palm of his hand.