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Trubiute to Uncle Ernie
Aloha- It's another beautiful day in paradise. A sad one, however, as last night, I learned that my uncle Ernie has passed away. He was a kind, generous, softspoken, hard-working man, much loved by many. He had many talents, too. Ernie could build a computer or install a garage door with equal expertise and skill. Along with his wife, Elise, he raised four lovely children - my cousins - who will carry his spirit with them always. You can see a lot of Ernie in all of them. They are all among the best humans you will find anywhere on this earth, raising fine families of their own. My heart goes out to them all, especially my aunt Elise. She has lost her soul mate. I only hope she can take comfort and strength in the fact that she had such a long, happy marriage with such a good man.
I know my dad, Ernie's brother, is feeling profound sadness today. He and his brother were close as kids and that closeness never waned, dispite geographic separation. Dad always admired Ernie, always looked up to him, always knew that he'd be there for him if ever he needed a helping hand.
So in tribute to Uncle Ernie, I say let's all strive to be just a little more like him in our daily lives. Be inquisitive. Read and learn something new. Tinker. Lend a hand. Be kind. Be generous. Smile. The world is now a worse place for his passing, but it's a better place for his influence. Rest in peace, Uncle Ernie!

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