“Every child is born an artist. The problems begin when they grow up.” – Picasso
I’m always surprised to find out the most incredible things about people I’ve known after they are gone.
Today we put to rest our patriarch, Uncle Eddie. From childhood I never had a thought to call this gregarious Irishman sporting a wide smile and Phillies cap Ed or Edward–his demeanor screamed Eddie. During a proper sendoff to the next life at one of Uncle Eddie’s favorite spots, I learned that he served as an intelligence officer in Germany during WW II, but that didn’t impress me as much as the eyeopening art he created. Eddie was an avid painter.
When I look back on the times we spent together, it always seemed that Eddie never lost the child inside. What a wonderful way to live.