My Dad has two older brothers. Neal, who is twelve years older, and Ira who is eight years older. As a child I was fascinated by how they all looked alike, had similar expressions, etc. I remember my late Aunt Nona laughing about it too. My Uncle Ira died earlier this week, and I'm saddened by his passing, but grateful that his hardships are over. He'd been battling prostate cancer for a while now and had been in a lot of pain.
I was thinking of my favorite story about Ira. My grandmother used to tell stories about him as a troublemaker when he was growing up. I guess the sheriff used to visit their house with some regularity. It seems mild by today's standards, but Ira used to do things like steal watermellons and apples and make his mother crazy.
But my favorite story is one of triumph. As a young man he went off to school at Idaho State in Pocatello. As I remember the story, after a couple of months the university called my grandparents and told them to come and get their son... that he was not college material.
Well this made Ira so mad that he determined he would make them eat their words. He went on to get his degree, then he got his masters, and eventually got his doctorate. And then? Then he was hired by Idaho State to be the dean of the School of Pharmacology.
He's an example to me that if someone tells you no or that you can't do it to dig your heels in and show them otherwise.
So, here's to Uncle Ira. You'll be remembered well.
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams--this may be madness; to seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all--to see life as it is and not as it should be.
I have been married for over 27 years to my husband Stan. We have two sons, AJ (26) and Kevin (24). We have two crazy dogs named Jasper and Riley. I love my life, my family and have a strong faith that directs me.
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