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Saturday, September 18, 2004
Well I got a call on Thursday morning letting me know that one of my dad's brothers had a massive heart attack and had died. His name was Orville and he was by far my favorite of my dad's ten brothers and sisters. Me and my family left thursday afternoon to come to Oklahoma. It has been a really hard time for everybody. I have really had a hard time because I have not seen him in over a year. Me and him used to just sit around and talk and make fun of each other. It is so hard to let go. I want to share something that one of my aunts wrote about my uncle. By the way all of my aunts and uncles names start with an "O". This gives a little explanation of why that is.
Who was this man we called brother? Getting on the school bus as a very small child was a very scary thing until I saw my big brother and then i felt safe and knew I would be ok. He's the brother who built brush fires to keep us warm while we waited at the end of that long driveway for the school bus. He's a brother who gave away his gifts so others would have a gift to give to that special someone. He's the brother who would take his shirt from his back for you even if he did not have another. He loved to reminisce and tell stories about childhood days and the trouble he and Odell got into; good and bad he loved the stories. He was also the brother who loved to throw rocks at the out house as his sisters entered. He loved our monthly sister and brother meals and always wanted to know who's house was next. He was a man who would help with anything at anytime. He could be rough and gruff one minute and cry at the drop of a hat the next minute. Orville loved his family dearly and he had a lot to love. This man, our brother, husband, dad, grandpa, uncle, and friend had a big old heart and we love him dearly. People often ask us why our parents named all eleven kids with "O" names. I look at these "O's" as links in a strong chain. They knew we would need the strength of each other. As we grew up and our families grew our chain became larger and stronger. It has held us all together for many years. Orville, you are gone from us now but you will always be a link in our chain. We will miss you.
Who was this man we called brother? Getting on the school bus as a very small child was a very scary thing until I saw my big brother and then i felt safe and knew I would be ok. He's the brother who built brush fires to keep us warm while we waited at the end of that long driveway for the school bus. He's a brother who gave away his gifts so others would have a gift to give to that special someone. He's the brother who would take his shirt from his back for you even if he did not have another. He loved to reminisce and tell stories about childhood days and the trouble he and Odell got into; good and bad he loved the stories. He was also the brother who loved to throw rocks at the out house as his sisters entered. He loved our monthly sister and brother meals and always wanted to know who's house was next. He was a man who would help with anything at anytime. He could be rough and gruff one minute and cry at the drop of a hat the next minute. Orville loved his family dearly and he had a lot to love. This man, our brother, husband, dad, grandpa, uncle, and friend had a big old heart and we love him dearly. People often ask us why our parents named all eleven kids with "O" names. I look at these "O's" as links in a strong chain. They knew we would need the strength of each other. As we grew up and our families grew our chain became larger and stronger. It has held us all together for many years. Orville, you are gone from us now but you will always be a link in our chain. We will miss you.
rambled by:BUBBA
3:24 PM
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