One of my heroes left us this weekend, two of them are in this picture. My Uncle Terry taught me a lot about life and how to live it, at the end his strength taught me how to leave it. He is the main reason I grew a beard to fight cancer, took a camera and showed how easy it is to get a colonoscopy and ran 5K’s against cancer. My hero wears scrubs and I call her auntie shirt. His humor and love are what I’ll miss most, and as I head North for his Celebration of Life this week, I want people like my Aunt and Uncle to not go unnoticed in this world. They shaped my life in so many ways, and I love them! Please, tell your heroes you love them! Yes, I lost a hero this week, but I’m grateful he was in my life, and helped me in so many ways!!
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You were a lucky guy to have had him as your uncle. I met him in 1957 when my family moved to Randolph. We were in 4th through 8th grade together when our family moved from the snow to California. I have had a lot of friends in that time but none stand out as much as he did. We had times when we both were busy with our lives and missed some time but no matter how long once we talked it was as if we were just together within the hour.
I have talked to him almost every week for the past 9-10 years probably more often after the colon cancer diagnosis. He never once let on he was sick, never complained always the same Terry. Pat is about the same as he is, great lady. My condolences to all the family, his friend who are legion and to you; we have loss a great friend. So sorry for your loss, Steve. Condolences to you and your family. My hero was my grandma and I lost her to cancer too when I was 14 years old.
My auntie, my hero
I apologize to the cashier and tell her it will have to be canceled. I’m humiliated and frustrated. The money is right there! I call my hubby to talk and figure my next moves. As we talk on the phone, the cashier comes over with the cart and a man is beside her. She says, “Ma’am, here’s your groceries, this gentleman just paid for it.” My mouth drops open. My hero wears scrubs and I call her auntie shirt. I start to cry and thank him over and over. He even helps me get my things to the car and won’t let me pay him back. I thank him several more times, get in my car and start bawling. We would have been ok one more day without the things I got, but this kind man helped without expecting anything in return.
It’s 3 years since I lost my mom last Saturday. Monday I learned my Aunt’s been in the hospital and was unresponsive. Tuesday my son got the flu again. With a list of other things going on, I was feeling too many of life’s lows. This act was not only one of the most generous things a stranger has ever done for me, it was a relief from just one more negative thing. Kenneth, you are indeed an angel on Earth. Bless you.