Uncle Larry

My uncle Larry passed away late morning today. I always wanted to know him, but he never really let us have an opportunity. In the past five years, I'd say I've talked with him on a handful of occasions. Was he a genuine Christian? I pray he was. In typical Larry fashion, he told his wife that he didn't want a service. If there were, they'd be in Texas. He was 66; the baby of the family. When Mom called, she said he was feeling "off" last night, and he had a massive heart attack sometime during the night. I pray he's up with Jesus, but I just don't know. So, to honor him today, a memory..

The only real memories I have of him are faint. He moved to Dallas when I was six, and we rarely spoke to him after that point. However, he did come home for his father's funeral (my grandfather). He stayed at my father's house. While I was there one evening, Uncle Larry told me to run and "fetch" my guitar. He asked me if I had ever learned how to play "Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash. I told him I never had, and so he proceeded to sit with me for a couple hours that night and teach me. Now, this particular song is not exactly worship material, but I always know who taught me that song on guitar.

I will share another memory that involves Aaron. One time, a couple years back now, Larry was visiting my Uncle Walt and Aunt Dottie. We ate dinner with them one night, and he played basketball with Aaron the rest of that evening. I wish I would have seen that side more often.