A sad farewell to an old friend

Friday was sort of a bad day; I had to attend the funeral of an uncle. He was a longtime companion to me, my dad, and sometimes my brother when we went deer hunting; he did a lot of camping and fishing with us at other times, also. I remember he and my dad and I fishing when I was small, and my brother was too little to go with us. He always had my cousin and me laughing, he was that sort of person.

The funeral was done well. It was at Camp Williams, and his ashes were put to rest with a military ceremony, since he was a WWII veteran (he saw action in the Pacific, while in the Navy). No matter how old you get, there is something about the bagpipes and the gun salute for a veteran that brings tears to the eyes. I did notice that he is being interred just a few feet from my dad, so if you believe in an afterlife, maybe they can keep each other company. So long, Uncle Wayne...