My beloved Uncle Ben
Times seems endlessly sitting still on today.
So hard to put into articulate words the things about you i want to convey.
Trying with all my strength to grasp the fact no more will i hear that raspy voice or laugh.
No longer will you call us girls gals.
No longer does Uncle Boot have his baby brother his right hand his pal.
Forgive me Unk, but this is hard, wow.
No more will I hear Nyia and Izzy take off running yelling papa, as their innocent eyes light up.
No longer are you going to be here with us.
Forgive me Unk, but I’m upset so is my car.
For neither one of us knows how far we’re gonna make it without the infinite knowledge you shared that helped it continue to run.
As children like clock work his coop truck pulled into the yard.
Oh, how we all ran so hard, it was as if our ears were tuned to the sound of your truck.
We knew with that truck came Pepsi, Mountain Dew and Double Mint Gum.
We shot out the door, some tried to stop us, so we’d run, we were determined.
He pulled up with a smile, as the truck pulled in, the tires had barely stopped.
When plop went every child under the age of twelve, grabbing for our share.
After we had our drinks in hand, we ran to Uncle Ben, four our DOUBLE MINT GUM!
I can’t continue without saying thank you.
For everything in this family and community that you do.
For being just what I needed when I needed it.
When I found myself sitting at your bedside trying to comfort you, you always gave as good as you got and you comforted me.
You said how you loved your family and you know how they loved you and how God knew just what you need.
You never were one to complain even in your times of pain. When most would have given up and cry you were still my strong, uncle who could do all.
I remember when each storm came and so did you like clock work.
You hoped in the truck.
Then, there was a knock at the door and we let you in from the storm.
You always had a smile, a hat, an unforgettable laugh, the feeling you left was always warm.
I want to thank you for the laughs, the never-ending raspy voice, the knowledge and history.
The trip to Chamerson’s farm, where your local celebrity got us pass prohibited signs that said prohibitory.
What I will remember is your love and dedication to those you loved in your own words. Britt I love my family and I know my family loves me.
Love is who you were, what you did, and what you gave to your family, your friends and
those you met in passing, and love will be the legacy you will leave behind to continue on with your children, grandchildren, and great grandson. I love you and I celebrate and honor your memory my beloved Uncle Benjamin Stuckey.
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