They always come in threes...

Well, you know what they say... death always comes in threes. The past month I have been to two funerals of people I care about, and now just yesterday my Uncle Ronnie passed away. He was diagnosed with cancer last month, and unfortunately his cancer was way too far gone to try to stop. Ronnie is the 2nd child my grandma has had to bury, and I really can not comprehend having to go through that kind of pain at 90 years old. She sure is one tough cookie :) I remember once when i was really young, she stepped on a big rusty nail that went right through her foot. She couldn't pull it out, so she packed all of us grandkids that she was babysitting at the time (including Ronnie's son), and drove down to my daddy's job to have him yank it out with a pair of pliers without even making a sound! Ouch!!!

Here's a picture of Uncle Ronnie & Uncle Donnie (his twin brother), both standing, and my grandma & daddy back in 1986. My family are such hillbillies, & I wouldn't have it any other way :) I wish I had all the aunts & uncles in this one, but I guess it was hard to fit everyone in one shot.
Oh, and yes I took this picture, but you can't critique my photography skills since I was only 9 years old at the time...




I love you Uncle Ronnie, and you know I will ALWAYS remember you :)