Brenda Jeffreys
When I was five years old my Uncle Bob bought me a blue toy livestock truck. Some may think that a little odd, to buy your niece a toy truck. To me the truck showed just how much Uncle Bob knew me and accepted me for who I was, a little Tom boy in pigtails and braids that would much rather play with trucks and guns and go fishing with my dad and uncle than playing with dolls. Many people will remember Uncle Bob for the great conversalist he was, but Uncle Bob was a great listener too, in all those conversations you may have thought he was doing all the talking, but he was gathering information, because he wanted to know you. I never doubted that no matter where life took me, if I was in need I had family behind me, Uncle Bob being one of those people. Uncle Bob saw me, knew me and loved me, and our lives are better because we have known and loved him.
