BOB'S NOT MY UNCLE

but Dick Tindall was....loved that guy. He was dark, handsome, loved to laugh, told great jokes, smoked Salem cigarettes for years, was in WWII, saw Patton once, met and married my Aunt Dorthea on a short stop through Fort Dix, brought her back down south, had four sons in whom he believed. As a young man he worked hard, drank hard, played hard and loved hard. He had a massive stroke in his early 30's , which left him partially paralyzed on one side and doctor's told him that he would never walk again. He was tougher and more determined than anyone could have imagined. He did walk, he raised a family and he out lived his parents and other four siblings. He passed away just within hours of his oldest son. They had a double funeral. If you've seen his youngest son Radford, who is an Elvis artist on Beale Street in Memphis, well then you've seen my uncle. Radford is the spitting image of his 'Pop and sang two of his favorite songs, My Way and Dixie at his funeral. Uncle Dick saw promise and ability in everyone and he was always proud to know you. Family meant everything to him. If you were kin then you were his heart. He loved to talk of the good times, and enjoyed telling us as kids about our family's history. He shared a memory once that has stuck with me and will become part of a story line. I miss you Uncle and I know wherever you are there's great laughter and much love.