My cousin Garald passed from this plane Sunday evening. He had been battling prostrate cancer for about 9 months before the cancer prevailed.
Some of my favorite times were when we would go to visit his father's farm. He was always Gary to me. His parents called him Garald. He and I, and sometimes Cousin Tom, would explore the fields and the creek and other things on the farm.
Somewhere I lost touch with him except for news through his sister Lynette. My four years with Uncle Sam may have contributed. He moved to the Bay area and I was living in the Midwest. I think I may have seen him once when he came back to visit the farm.
Rest in Peace, Gary. Godspeed.