Traveled to Utah last Thursday and Friday for my uncles funeral. This is the 4 boys as youngsters. From left Gary, then above Dave;, in front Steven, my grandma's angel she lost at 3., last but certainly not least, my dad. Uncle Gary was a good man. He was very successful. He tried to help me after losing Rhiannon. I think he secretly was glad he didn't have a kid like me. He was my dad's best friend. My dad was 100% blue collar. They still treat him like the black sheep. He wasn't ever. Money isn't everything but perseverance is. He has struggled with everyone of us wayward children but he never gave up. He is my hero and so much better than he was treated. My grandma's sisters were always right about him.
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