Never forget the people,that never forgot about you.

When I was growing up my dad worked all the time, and although he would take me hunting and fishing every chance he got, work always came first. Lucky for me he had a younger brother, and because of a heart condition he had to retire at a early age and he went hunting or fishing all the time, and because all his kids were grown and he didn't have any grand kids yet, he would always take me along. My uncle is the one that taught me the long cast with the surf rod's, he taught me how to sharpen knife's, he taught me how to work on small engines, he taught me how to squeeze the trigger and not pull it, and he taught me to always be patient. He was a carpenter by trade so he showed me how to run all kinds of power tools, how to make sure everything was level and square, and to always take pride in your work. My uncle always had time for me when no one else did, he would take me to the deer lease, go camping at San Louis in his little motor home and surf fish all night, and sometimes he would come over and set up cans behind the barn and let me shoot them with his .22. I never forgot all the things he did for me, but I never told him thank you or how much he helped to shape my life. My cousin called me a hour ago to tell me my uncle just passed away. He died warm in his own bed at the age of 76. He was a good man that lived a good life and he will be dearly missed. My only regret is that I never told him how much he meant to me.