I Wish I Had An Uncle Dick

Growing up in the forties, we became best friends, my brother and I. I watched Dick grow tall in stature and strong in character. He became a loving father. Compassionate and loyal, he was unusually perceptive in his approach to life. Perhaps it was during the years that Dick spent as a truck driver with only the Lord as a traveling companion when he learned to trust him. For when cancer gave an ultimatum, he never faltered in his confidence that his Savior would guide him safely to his final destination. A niece beautifully described his outlook: “Uncle Dick helped me understand life’s inequities,” she said. “I watched him reconcile many hardships with the Lord. Even when death was inevitable, he seemed to say, ‘Okay, Lord, if that’s the way it is, it’s all right.’ He just smiled, and went on.” Dick touched our lives, and left behind an imprint of faith and hope.