Just wanted to post a brief memorial to my dad's uncle and my great uncle, John Clancy, who died earlier this week. He recently got diagnosed with cancer, it spread, and the chemo was not helping. From what I understand, he spent his final day in good spirits, continuing to tell his stories and give people advice. Yet he was also in significant pain, so he is in a better place today.
Uncle John has always been one of my most thoughtful and generous relatives, somehow able to get a birthday card to arrive precisely on one's birthday. He also loved to talk and share stories to any captive audience. He cared a lot about family and I always got a sense he was proud of each of us. Birthdays, holidays, and other family gatherings will be a little emptier without him.