So many stories to tell, camping at the lake when a hurricane hit the east coast, getting to see Uncle Cecil play fiddle at the Casa Loma with sawdust on the dancefloor when I was in 1st grade, all the best of times when the band practiced and the house was full of his friends, taking Uncle Cecil, Aunt Faye, Mom,and Luke to hear music in East Bottom on weekends after Uncle Cecil quit driving, both of us falling asleep watching the news after dinner while Mom and Aunt Faye washed the dishes 3 days in a row when we came to visit once, the time I drove up from Georgia on Thanksgiving day and surprised Uncle Cecil and Aunt Faye in line at a restaurant, or maybe just the good time spent talking to him 2 weeks ago. I'll never forget Mrs. Counts, his mother, telling me they used to give Uncle Cecil catnip tea to keep him down on the farm when he was young. When I was young, I never thought of Uncle Cecil as lovable because he was the disiplinarian, but he was and I usually gave him a hug and kiss goodbye as I got older and moved away from Salem. All the years he worked at the VA, with Aunt Faye staying by his side through tough times and the good times, that's enough to say "there is a good guy". I was lucky to have Uncle Cecil in my family and I will really miss him.