I have all the words in the English language available to me, and yet, this week they fail me.
I have nothing frilly, fancy, or grabbing. Nothing to mend the wounds left by the sudden passing of the Bowers clan’s Uncle Bob.
I don’t know if I ever will.
The truth is I’ve typed out five other versions of this post. I’ve deleted each one. Nothing I typed out seems to sit right. Nothing quite fits.
I never go to spend as much time with Uncle Bob as I wish I had. He took me in when I first moved to Alberta and made me feel like one of his own when my family was still on the other side of the country. He gave me advice. We joked and laughed. I never fully got to repay the kindness he showed me. And now, I never will.
In the quiet moments of reflection, we honour the life of our dear Uncle Bob.
His laughter could light up any room, and his presence brought a warmth that will be sorely missed. A devoted family man, he cherished every moment spent with his loved ones, leaving behind a legacy of love, compassion, and cherished memories.
Uncle’ Bob’s passion for life was contagious, whether it was through his love for music, his adventurous spirit, or the way he embraced every challenge with a determined smile. His generosity knew no bounds, always ready to lend a helping hand and share his wisdom with a humble heart.
Uncle, your spirit will live on in our hearts, a cherished legacy that time cannot diminish.
So today, dear friends, raise your cups.
To Robert George Bowers.
The CJBuzz 