Uncle Bill

I have been trying for the last week to write a letter of condolence to my dear 'aunt' Barb.  'Uncle' Bill passed away a week ago and his funeral was today.  I was unable to attend due to geographical distance and my commitments at work. 

Uncle Bill wasn't a real blood relative but was sometimes even better.  He would always entertain us girls with stories of "The old days fishing with your grandpa Ralph and Gramma Peggy.  When Johnny and Jeanie were young kids."  He always had some sort of fish (usually smoked or canned salmon or some Shimp) to share. 
This past week I was thinking about my dad (the aforementioned Johnny) and my grandpa Ralph and then got thinking about fish and my dad's poetry.  He wrote a poem once about the souls of fish caught and how there would be plenty of humpies in hell waiting to be caught again.  Then last night I dreamed about the Ocean Voyager, the boat that sunk in October of 1994.  As is motored past me with poles out, I heard bells and saw my dad, grampa and uncle Bill pulling lines and laughing.  Just like the good ol' days. 

So farewell uncle Bill and I hope you find my dad and grandpa Ralph happily fishing for eternity.  I wish your hooks never come up empty and that you are at peace.  I love you.

-Carlee.