My uncle, who I wrote about here, died this week. Although I haven’t seen him for several years, I will always appreciate the tender kindnesses he showed us when we were little. One time when we had been without food for a while, he came into town to see us. He brought a jar of peaches with him, and we practically inhaled it.
He asked, “Are you hungry?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. I didn’t want to appear greedy, but of course I was hungry. He took us all out and bought us hamburgers. He believed that if a child was being naughty, the child needed sleep, food, or attention. If you gave the child what he/she needed, the child would be content.
Thank you, Uncle Lee, for your gentle kindness.
