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I remember...
Mar. 21st, 2006 04:59 pmI went to New York this past weekend for my uncle's memorial service. I got a little iffy about it when grandpa broke his leg and it looked like Dad wasn't going to be able to make it, but when I called Dad to have him talk me into going, grandpa was doing well enough for him to leave. And so away we went.
I'm so glad I did. Not just to be there for Dad and for my cousins, but I learned so much more about my uncle. He was on the opposite coast during most of my youth, so I saw him very irregularly until he moved out to Long Beach in the 90's to coach the America3 America's Cup team. I always knew he was a sailor first and foremost, but I didn't really realize how much until Saturday. I knew he was a coach, but I didn't know how many lives he'd touched.
And then two Naval flag officers showed up in their uniforms. And the guy whose book was on the coffee table. And a hundred other people, who filled the room to standing. It was heartwarming, solemn and uplifting at once.
I'm so glad I did. Not just to be there for Dad and for my cousins, but I learned so much more about my uncle. He was on the opposite coast during most of my youth, so I saw him very irregularly until he moved out to Long Beach in the 90's to coach the America3 America's Cup team. I always knew he was a sailor first and foremost, but I didn't really realize how much until Saturday. I knew he was a coach, but I didn't know how many lives he'd touched.
And then two Naval flag officers showed up in their uniforms. And the guy whose book was on the coffee table. And a hundred other people, who filled the room to standing. It was heartwarming, solemn and uplifting at once.
