Uncle Richard

My Great-Uncle Richard died Friday. He had been suffering from Alzheimer's for several years but ultimately succumbed to Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. As long as I can remember, he lived on a farm out in rural Georgia, but not terribly far from Atlanta. We visited them many a Christmas or summer, meeting up with tons of cousins and kin in their very spacious house. He and his wife even took in a small group of my college friends as we fled the chaos of Freaknik while attending Georgia Tech. He was my mother's father's brother, and they very strongly resembled each other. My grandfather died when I was 19, and though no one could ever replace him, Uncle Richard held a special place in my heart for always reminding me of him. As his own family members said, he had not been himself for many years, but he will still be sorely missed.

Currently feeling: sad for my mom's family