At 5pm yesterday my Great Uncle Harry passed away. Harry served in WW2 and was lucky enough to come home, start a family and live a long and loving life. He always had a joke, a funny story or hug ready for anyone who walked through his door. He was a good man who held no ill will towards anyone. May my ancestors welcome him with open arms and loving smiles. I was planning to leave early on Friday to go up and see if I could visit him one more time. But, unfortunately things don't always work out. Luckily though I have videos of him talking about his life from last year, fond memories and an active death practice that helps me through things like this.