Rest in peace Uncle Ken.
We have a funeral today for my Uncle Ken. He is my dad's brother who married my mom's twin sister. He was almost 76 years and will be missed. I can not remember one time that he called me by my real name. He always called me Pete. The memories are many. We did a lot of things together from hunting, fishing, canoeing, cooking and drinking. In the first photo, he was helping us when we build our home. In the second photo, he is holding my oldest son, Brian. I could write for a long time remembering our times together, but I will keep it short. With Love, Pete