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do1you9love?

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My Uncle Charlie is at the end stage of his life. He has battled cancer bravely for almost 10 years. When I visited him in the hospital a few weeks ago, he asked me to read him a bedtime story from one of my SK books.....told me I had to climb right up beside him on the bed to read it. I chose Strawberry Spring from Nightshift......but I didn't get to read it to him because it snowed on the day I planned to visit, and I couldn't go.
Charlie is the uncle (along with my aunt) who would let me watch Saturday Night Live with him when I was 8 years old. He also dressed up as Santa when I was little and walked through the woods at Grandma's house so my brother and I could see Santa on Christmas Eve. He shared my love of Stephen King stories, and we've had many discussions about almost all of them. If Charlie was in the grocery store, and saw me before I saw him, he would throw oranges into my buggy until I looked up. For 51 years, I thought I was the coolest kid in the world because of my uncle Charlie. I'm sure gonna miss him.
(((Sunny))) He sounds like a wonderful uncle. What beautiful memories!
 

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My Uncle Charlie is at the end stage of his life. He has battled cancer bravely for almost 10 years. When I visited him in the hospital a few weeks ago, he asked me to read him a bedtime story from one of my SK books.....told me I had to climb right up beside him on the bed to read it. I chose Strawberry Spring from Nightshift......but I didn't get to read it to him because it snowed on the day I planned to visit, and I couldn't go.
Charlie is the uncle (along with my aunt) who would let me watch Saturday Night Live with him when I was 8 years old. He also dressed up as Santa when I was little and walked through the woods at Grandma's house so my brother and I could see Santa on Christmas Eve. He shared my love of Stephen King stories, and we've had many discussions about almost all of them. If Charlie was in the grocery store, and saw me before I saw him, he would throw oranges into my buggy until I looked up. For 51 years, I thought I was the coolest kid in the world because of my uncle Charlie. I'm sure gonna miss him.
(((Sunny)))
 

GNTLGNT

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My Uncle Charlie is at the end stage of his life. He has battled cancer bravely for almost 10 years. When I visited him in the hospital a few weeks ago, he asked me to read him a bedtime story from one of my SK books.....told me I had to climb right up beside him on the bed to read it. I chose Strawberry Spring from Nightshift......but I didn't get to read it to him because it snowed on the day I planned to visit, and I couldn't go.
Charlie is the uncle (along with my aunt) who would let me watch Saturday Night Live with him when I was 8 years old. He also dressed up as Santa when I was little and walked through the woods at Grandma's house so my brother and I could see Santa on Christmas Eve. He shared my love of Stephen King stories, and we've had many discussions about almost all of them. If Charlie was in the grocery store, and saw me before I saw him, he would throw oranges into my buggy until I looked up. For 51 years, I thought I was the coolest kid in the world because of my uncle Charlie. I'm sure gonna miss him.
.....I understand.....hoping that the basket of memories will sustain you through the rough times....big hugs my sweet friend.....
 

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Hi Sunny - sorry to hear about your cool uncle - hope you get to visit him soon :confused: p.s. - it's not me having the procedure! (it's arista, Love) :love:

TGIF - have some coffee on me!

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Oh, for some reason, in your post, I thought you were having a procedure too :facepalm_smiley:.......Well, you can still have the hug. If you don't need one today, save it for a rainy day :biggrin2:
 

DiO'Bolic

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My Uncle Charlie is at the end stage of his life. He has battled cancer bravely for almost 10 years. When I visited him in the hospital a few weeks ago, he asked me to read him a bedtime story from one of my SK books.....told me I had to climb right up beside him on the bed to read it. I chose Strawberry Spring from Nightshift......but I didn't get to read it to him because it snowed on the day I planned to visit, and I couldn't go.
Charlie is the uncle (along with my aunt) who would let me watch Saturday Night Live with him when I was 8 years old. He also dressed up as Santa when I was little and walked through the woods at Grandma's house so my brother and I could see Santa on Christmas Eve. He shared my love of Stephen King stories, and we've had many discussions about almost all of them. If Charlie was in the grocery store, and saw me before I saw him, he would throw oranges into my buggy until I looked up. For 51 years, I thought I was the coolest kid in the world because of my uncle Charlie. I'm sure gonna miss him.
Prayers sent for uncle Charlie
 

Doc Creed

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My Uncle Charlie is at the end stage of his life. He has battled cancer bravely for almost 10 years. When I visited him in the hospital a few weeks ago, he asked me to read him a bedtime story from one of my SK books.....told me I had to climb right up beside him on the bed to read it. I chose Strawberry Spring from Nightshift......but I didn't get to read it to him because it snowed on the day I planned to visit, and I couldn't go.
Charlie is the uncle (along with my aunt) who would let me watch Saturday Night Live with him when I was 8 years old. He also dressed up as Santa when I was little and walked through the woods at Grandma's house so my brother and I could see Santa on Christmas Eve. He shared my love of Stephen King stories, and we've had many discussions about almost all of them. If Charlie was in the grocery store, and saw me before I saw him, he would throw oranges into my buggy until I looked up. For 51 years, I thought I was the coolest kid in the world because of my uncle Charlie. I'm sure gonna miss him.
Sunny, you certainly do have a cool uncle. Thanks for sharing these personal snapshots. God bless you and comfort you during this sad time.
 

Spideyman

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Having seen the discussion in Quilters on labeling them, the though came to mind as a reminder to others---- label those photos, and family Christmas cards. I rec'd one yesterday from a dear old old friend related to a passed SKMB member. One of those photo collage family card. Genius, enclosed was a slip of paper boxing out each and every person and relationship. I felt like I had been introduced to a whole new family.

Now, I know photos are more digital, but if you have prints, Please label who(m) what when where-- I have albums from my parents- unlabled. Treasures yes, but who are these people. Do your family a favor-- label.
 

Doc Creed

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Please label who(m) what when where-- I have albums from my parents- unlabled. Treasures yes, but who are these people. Do your family a favor-- label.
I wish my ancestors would have done this. I inherited some black and white photos, most of which are of my deaf great-uncle Coleman, and few are marked. I keep these two dozen vanilla hued photos in a wood box lined with green felt. Some of the corners are bent and margins marked in curlicue pencil. One is a man in a straw hat atop a 20-foot ladder pruning tree limbs. Behind him is a barnwall and he's looking at the camera biting a drooping Sherlockian pipe. Another is my great-uncle's friend, Speck, sleeping (resting? faking?) on a brass bed. His white shirt and tie loosened like rope, his dark oiled hair rakish against the pillow, and morning light imprinted on him and the fern wallpaper. I study these pictures every now and then, pics taken in the late '20s in Alabama, and imagine what was going on in these people's lives. They once breathed our air, embraced their families, laughed at dumb jokes...until they had to let go. Yes, label. We need to remember.
 
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