My uncle Bud passed away yesterday, between 3-4 o'clock. He was 90 years old. He'd taken ill with pneumonia and never quite recovered. We went to see him on Wednesday. He'd digressed to the point where you didn't know if he even recognized you or not. It was a testament to his will that he was able to hold on for another 3 & 1/2 days. He sure didn't look like he would last that long when I saw him.
I really don't have many memories of Bud, though I always thought he was a great guy. Once, when I was having some problems with gophers digging up my yard, he gave me some kind of flower bulbs and told me to put them in the holes. They were poisonous to the critters. I think they worked, but I don't really remember.
I wish I had more to say...he really was one of my favorite relatives. He lived a good, long life, but that doesn't change the fact that he will be missed.
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