My first ever plane ride found me seated with my best friend, my siblings and my parents on our way to Washington D.C. My uncle and his family lived near there. We saw the sites and did all the patriotic things. We also spent time getting to know the new twin baby cousins and their older sister. One of the evenings my uncle Gregg made us shrimp; it was simply delicious. I don’t remember how old I was exactly; maybe about nine or ten. I do remember that I loved everything about the trip.
Truth is I have absolutely no negative memories of my uncle whatsoever.
He is gone now. I am sad because because he was still pretty young. I am glad, though, that I only have good things to say about him.
He was jovial and quick to smile with a happy glint in his eye.
He kept his tight curly hair short; though, they told me that during high school it was quite bushy and large.
His lawyering took him from the Midwest to D.C. then to Arizona. My grandparents would have my parents and us kids over for the holidays. Gregg would always call when we were there and the adults would pass the phone around to talk. Since my grandparents had just the two boys my Grandma Houtz always had a contented grin on her face as she hung up the phone.
I am sure that there were unpleasant things about his life, as there are for us all. For me, though, he remains a fixture of fun and goodness. For that I am thankful.
He will be missed.