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March 4th, 2005


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11:52 am - Uncle Skip
We received word Thursday morning that Ericka's Uncle Skip passed away suddenly on Wednesday night.

Skip was the one member of Ericka's family that was always accepting of me. More than that, he was actively welcoming and interested in me as someone that was part of Ericka's life. He was a big influence on Ericka's life and she misses him terribly. She was in serious denial yesterday and, having accepted his death, is a more down today as it all sinks in.

We'll be heading down to the funeral and such this weekend. It's across the Illinois border from Davenport, Iowa in a town called Lyndon.

I always like funerals in my family as they inevitably mean seeing relatives from a ways off that I haven't in a while. We tend to be the "tell stories about the deceased" sort of folks and that always leads to hilarity. Seems a bit odd for a funeral, I know, but they turn into some of the best parties in my family. Hopefully I'll rub off on Ericka's family a bit and the whole ordeal will be tolerable.
Current Mood: discontentdiscontent
Current Music: Straight Outta Time--John Hiatt--Perfectly Good Guitar

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From:cakmpls
Date:March 4th, 2005 06:02 pm (UTC)
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I am sorry for your and Ericka's loss. Please give her my sympathy.
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From:lsanderson
Date:March 4th, 2005 08:12 pm (UTC)

My condolences

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My condolences to you and Ericka.
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From:gerisullivan
Date:March 4th, 2005 08:33 pm (UTC)
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I send my sympathy to you and Ericka.

Your comments about funerals in your family remind me of my brother's funeral. Before it started, his widow, daughters, and sisters informally sat in the back of the sanctuary singing songs as my sister played her guitar. We were singing for ourselves, not for the comfort of those arriving for the service. And they weren't songs that the congregation would recognize as comfort songs -- they were songs the family sang when we were together, songs my brother loved. No doubt there was some befuddlement among the other mourners when the chocolate chip cookie song came around on the guitar:

"Chocolate chip cookies, gotta have more
You can bake 'em in the oven, or buy 'em at the store
But whatever you do, have them ready at the door,
and I'll love you 'til I die.

"When I die, I don't want wings,
a golden halo, or a harp that sings
Give me a book, a fire and someone who brings
me chocolate chip cookies all day!"

Here's hoping Uncle Skip's funeral passes in ways that bring you, Ericka, and the rest of her family comfort. You're good at rubbing off on people, and you're carrying our love and care as you go through the days ahead.

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