Last Sunday we lost Uncle Jerry. We lost a mentor, a second father, a wise counselor, a wealth of knowledge, a family man. We lost an example of how to live our faith without apology and with boldness tempered with compassion and grace. We lost a little bit of the preservation of tradition, in both the fire service and our family history. We each lost a little piece of ourselves.
Over this last week we gained a reminder that life is short and can end at any time. We gained a new found urge to renew family ties and friendships. We gained even more respect for the immense strength, both emotionally and spiritually, of his wife and daughters. We gained a new perspective on how we want our life to be lived and, therefore, remembered. We each gained a little piece of him.