I’ve been in a deep blue funk for a while, and today’s news didn’t help much. I found out that my Uncle Sam died. It was not unexpected, but it was not really welcome news, either. I’m just glad he wasn’t in pain when he went.
I’ve never been very close to my extended family, but I can say that Uncle Sam was the uncle I enjoyed being around the most when I was a kid. He was my mom’s “little” brother at over 6′ tall, and he embodied the southwestern personality of Coyote, the trickster (as opposed to Trixter, which is an entirely different thing.) And man, he made a mean pot of posole.
Adios, Sam (Sheridan) Moulder. I miss you already.