We got a call yesterday evening. My great uncle had passed away. He was 94 years old. The best thing about this was that he was ready to go home to the Lord. He had been saved since he was 93.
Of course getting to 94 took some doing. Perry had taken real good care of himself and told me to stay away from white bread.
I'll miss him. It was neat to have my grandfather's brother around. It's getting lonely as my parents have passed on, and so have all their brothers and sisters.
Also makes me the oldest Feightner on this branch of the family tree. Funny, I don't feel much like a patriarch.