It’s hard for me to believe that the 1-year anniversary of Uncle Duff’s passing is coming up next weekend on Sunday the 27th.   As we have faced challenges in 2020 that we could not have foreseen, I have found myself grateful that a year ago we were able to be together to be with Duff as his life was ending.    I couldn’t imagine him not being surrounded by dear family and friends in those final days.    I also think of how many times I wanted to turn to him to help lead me through the uncertainties and fear of this year.   I still talk to him, but I can’t say there aren’t many times where I want to pick up the phone to call him. 

Throughout Duff’s illness and our family’s mourning, this community gave so much support and love that it was palpable.   We felt lifted up by all of you.  For that, we are grateful.    You were generous in your prayers, time and giving to the Refugee Resettlement Fund in his honor

I have been reflecting a lot recently on Uncle Duff.  I think about our relationship and what he meant to me and that last sacred week we spent together in Hospice.    While that week was one of the hardest, it was also a blessing to be by his side.

As we are coming up to the 1-year anniversary, I would be grateful for all who are inclined to take a moment to honor him by sharing a memory, funny story or reflection about him.     

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”  Thomas Campbell

Edit:  A comment from a cousin spoke of the golf cart ride Duff took the kids on at a family picnic  I added the pic here to share.