My Uncle Max passed away early this morning. I cannot begin to explain the loss this is to our family. Uncle Max is my dad oldest sibling. My Papa (my dad’s father) died in 1966- two years before I was born. Uncle Max (though not old enough to be may grandfather) felt much like a grandfather to me.
From the time I was 2 we lived in the same town, and when I was 5 we moved into a home on the same lane, Heise Run. He and my Aunt Alice and their children: John, Judy, and Ann were a steady influence in my life as a young girl. I love them all dearly, they are a treasure to our family.
I will miss Uncle Max with all my heart.
I will miss his stories. (I regret not carrying a tape record with me over the years.)
I will miss his jokes.
I will miss the smell of his hugs.
I will miss the way he loved my father.
I will miss the way he loved my brother.
I will miss the way he engaged with everyone would would sit and talk to him.
And I will miss the memory of his pipe tobacco. Though Uncle Max quit smoking a pipe many years ago, the smell of his pipe is still a fond memory. (I’m fairly certain that in the photo above, the pipe is empty. If I recall, even after he quit smoking, he kept that pipe in his mouth for a while)
I Love You, Uncle Max!
We will be leaving tomorrow for Pennsylvania to gather with family to celebrate my uncle’s life.
Oh, and I’m guessing this photo was taken around 1972- Mom or Dad, any thoughts on that?