Uncle Carl

This is a hard post to write. My Uncle Carl, Carl Reschke, passed away at the start of October at the age of 89. He hadn't been doing well. He'd been in various old folks homes, and hospitalized several times ... he had pneumonia off and on and kept falling. But that's not the Carl I remember. I remember the Carl who was always out in the fields; who was always so kind to me and my kids; who was like a surrogate grandfather to me. It makes me so sad to know I'll never see him again, in this life. And sad that my kids won't enjoy the farm anymore, like we used to when it was fully functioning and we would go over occasionally and help out. I will miss him so much.