Today we laid Uncle Bud to rest.

I was honored by Rev. Dr. Thomas Schwartz to be included in this service.

Regulars to my blog know I do not expect much to come of what I put here. This is a way for friends and family near and far to keep up with the day to day observations. To get things off my mind when it feels like my head will soon explode. I expect little acknowledgment in this other than an occasional comment when something strikes a chord.

Today the blog I wrote of my Great Uncle's death was included in the eulogy.

To tell the truth I was gobsmacked. (I think I can honestly say I have never before felt the need to use this term). Pastor Tom told me as we were leaving for the church that he would be using it in the service.

In that moment I was humbled.

I do not feel that my brief tribute paid justice to the person my Uncle was. In order to do true justice this would involve a long drawn out story in true Reynolds Fashion (of which Bud was a master). But one thing is more than certain, he will be missed by many.

I hope I painted my Uncle in a way that we all will remember him. No one man is perfect. But my Uncle helped shape the life of so many people.

The service was fitting and 'full of all his friends', with the horse drawn hearse taking Uncle Bud to the cemetery pausing in front of his store one last time. It really was a fitting way to say 'good bye' to a man who meant so much to so many.