My father's big brother, Tony, died this morning from emphysema at the age of 75. He passed peacefully with his family by his side. He was on hospice for the past few months, which was quite a blessing.
He was quite a character. A USAF vet, early beatnik (supposedly once travelled with Kerouac), merchant marine and railroad man, he was a true cornball and raconteur. He always had a line ready for the laugh, the cheesier the better. When he was with the railroad, he had business cards made up describing himself as a "hobo for hire."
I feel bad for my dad — they were terribly close. I can't imagine what it's like to lose your brother after seven decades.
At any rate, he was a true American original, and he'll be missed. We won't see his like again soon.
10 February 2012
Posted by shadowfax at 2:58 PM