Steven Wilson
One of my favorite memories of Uncle Jerry occurred long ago during a summer, when as a kid, I spent the night at his and my Aunt Debbie's apartment. The next morning, Uncle Jerry swung by the apartment to check on me and Jojo, during a break from fixing things around the complex where he was the maintenance man. They had a new puppy, and he gently picked it up and held him against his neck and shoulder, giggling and whispering to the puppy, with his beautiful, low voice, but like a young boy might to his new pet. It was such a sweet, pure act from a grown man, sharing his soul with even the smallest of other souls. I loved seeing how pure my uncle's spirit was. It always has been, and always will be, that pure. What a wonderful quality to carry with you in the world to follow this one.
Love and will miss you, Uncle Jerry. Until we're all playing cards, again...
Stevie
