I just got the heartbreaking news. My favorite fan died.
Uncle Norb read all my books. If he couldn’t find them on the shelves, he ordered them. He loved books. He read all the time and loved talking about books.
He was my kind of guy.
He wasn’t always my uncle. I got him when I married my husband some 13 years ago. He always called me B.J. and he always wanted to know if I was writing another book and when it would be out. He was my biggest fan.
He was almost 90 when he passed away. I know he was in pain and ready to go but still it is awful to think I will never see him again.
Two years ago in Florida he said I probably wouldn’t see him again. But I did this past March. He was skin and bones but his mind was still sharp. We talked about the latest books he’d been reading. I thanked him for hanging in until I got to see him again. I think we both knew it would be the last time.
I’m going to miss Uncle Norb. I’m going to miss talking about books. I’m going to miss his enthusiasm, his encouragement, his love of reading.
He was a good man with a big heart and I’m glad I got to know him – even for such a short time.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. Even when a death is expected, it's still hard when it happens. I hope your memories of your uncle comfort you at this time.
I'm very sorry for your loss. It sounds like Uncle Norb was a very special person - and with such an amazing personality, had a wonderful life.
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