Today would have been my Uncle Moes birthday. Technically, he was my Moms Uncle, my grand-uncle. But in the final 10 years or so of his life, he was the closest thing to a grandparent I had left. Always eccentric, he blamed the Orange Juice when he farted during a moment of silence in temple, sending my Dad, brother, and I running to the mens room when we couldnt contain our laughter. More importantly, he had an absolute heart of gold. In the final year of his life, as he got sick, and my car died, he gave me his. Permanently. No questions asked. Happy Birthday, Uncle Moe. I have you to thank for my Hebrew name, 5 years with the Gold Avalon, and countless memories. Love ya.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 16:53:38 +0000
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