I didn't really know my great Uncle Russell who passed away last month. He and his wife lived in Michigan and I know I met them and saw them a little growing up when they were out visiting, but I don't recall any solid memories of Russell. Unfortunately, He wasn't as impressionable to a young kid like his pirate treasure hunter brother, Fay.
However, his daughter Marla lives on the Wasatch Front so we saw Marla here and there. She was always really nice and very cool.
Last summer, my parents picked me up from the Denver Airport so we spent a few days in Denver before going home to dinner. While we were there, we stopped in to see Russell's son, Brad in the hospital.
Brad suffered a major stroke the year before (I can't remember when) and lost virtually all control of his body. Brad wasn't old-early fifties and was very active-skied etc.
Anyway, His girlfriend was there at the hospital taking care of him-and planned to continue being there for Brad even though she was going to be laid off within the month as her office was closing and relocating to PA. Seeing her love for him-and Brad in the condition he was affected all three of us deeply.
Anyway, below is my great uncle's obituary.
To my uncle: "Uncle Russell, wherever you are, I hope you are well and happy-Say hello and give your brother Keith a hug for me. I still miss him. We all do."