I didn’t see Uncle Pappy very often these past years, but when I did, it felt as if time had stood still; Pappy remained just as I remembered him from when I was a child and young adult. I didn’t know then of Uncle Pappy’s many contributions to his community. But I knew that in a room full of noisy adults typical of our family get togethers, Uncle Pappy would be the one to scooch over on the couch and make conversation with a child. And he would chuckle, a warm quiet chuckle that started from what at that time was an abundant girth. I loved that chuckle. I never heard it erupt into a raucous laugh; it always had a lightness and joy in it that was reflected in his eyes and in his entire being. I never heard a mean or spiteful word from him nor about him. I will always remember Uncle Pappy as a source of gentleness, good humour, love and personal attentiveness to those around him. I thank God for having known our Uncle Pappy. May the love Pappy nurtured in his life continue to support his family and those he leaves behind.