I took Friday off to attend my great-uncle’s funeral in Seaside yesterday. What an honorable man. It’s so strange to grow up with someone and not realize how accomplished he is until his death.
First of all, the 93-year-old man died in peace. It doesn’t get better than that. I’m not saying I want to live more than 80 years, but living your whole life without a stint in a nursing home or hospital, that’s incredible.
My great-uncle was a prisoner of war in World War II, was responsible for purchasing the first ambulance for the city of Seaside, and had a park named after him for his community involvement. I never knew any of this. It makes me so proud.
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