So I got word last night that my Uncle Heinz (my grandmother's brother on my father's side) had finally succumbed to throat cancer. I never saw him but once in a while or every couple of years, but he was always a humorous and dignified man who quit drinking cold turkey when his docotr told him that his excesses were hurting his liver.
Here are the few things that i remember about him:
- He was of German heritage, served in the United States Navy during WWII, and was there for the attack on Iwo Jima
- Before he gave up drinking, he could be seen at family events, such as our always fun Memorial
Day gatherings, with a Heineken in his hand
- He'd always preface his greeting to us with a hearty 'How are the Valley men?'
And one thing that i had gorgotten about until recently:
- He was an atheist for the latter part of his life
So, wherever you may find yourself, Uncle Heinz, rest in peace and know that the Valley men are thinking of you...