At his memorial service, Uncle Jim was referred to in several ways, but two which rang really true for me were his smile and his love for fishing. It was nice to hear other people remark on his smile, which just drew people to him, including nieces and nephews. He was, as Rell said in her remarks, a tall, old tree, with all that that implied.
The Greenwich Deans seem to be doing well, understanding that the last few years and especially the last few weeks were not easy for Uncle Jim, or for them. Even as sad an occasion as that it was nice to see Hope and Sarah and Rell and Georgia again. The last time I saw Hope was at her wedding right before I entered the Foreign Service.
John had driven up on Monday and picked up Grandma for the ride up to Greenwich. David adn Paula joined us at Georgia's for dinner that night. Peter came the next day adn drove Grandma home, as John left a little early to get all the way back home before dark (great time - 4 1/2 hours, including a short nap!)
Anyway, I will look for a photo of Jim to add here.
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