Last Wednesday, my Uncle Richard breathed his last. We couldn't imagine Rich without Barb, and apparently, neither could he. I miss him, and his stack of yet-to-be-read magazines, very much. He was a fabulous uncle, and won me over when I was just a wee one (he did a great duck imitation, let me tell you). He was of the co-conspirator school, and would wink and call you over to discuss "secrets" that were just hilarious nonsense.
Wonderful, delirious nonsense.
He and Barb shared wonderful senses of humor and tremendous style--two things our family did not exactly have in abundance, shall we say.
We'll muddle on somehow, but life is a little less absurd and a lot less tasteful, now that they're gone.
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