Uncle Howie...

I was walking down the street in Cambridge the other day. Just came from a great meeting and checked my voicemail. Wasn't prepared for the news my mother gave me...my Uncle Howie had died the night before...

I was shocked, not because he was a specimine of fine health. Far from it in many ways. But I knew that a door had closed. Just the week before, I mulled the idea about flying out there for a quick visit. Wasn't sure when, I knew that I wanted to see him one more time...

There are many profound dynamics to my relationship with my uncle. But I really don't feel like writing them out here at this point. Sometimes, the thoughts just seem too sacred to share with another person...

So I say good-bye to my Uncle. He gave me more than he realized. And I will be forever grateful. And I look forward to telling him that again, someday...

His journey is done.

Ours is not.

Peace on the journey,

Matt