Well, today I found out one of my dearest relatives, Uncle Boo, my dad’s Mini-Me, so close to him that they took each other’s driver’s license pictures as a joke – though I could always tell them apart – just died of coronavirus at the age of 90. He hadn’t been doing well and this was the final cruel blow.
https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/greenvilleonline/obituary.aspx?n=james-francis-boo&pid=197376995
His pride and joy was his family, and when not spending time with them, he was an avid golfer and sports enthusiast. Boo loved people and never met a stranger. Quick-witted and beloved by many, there was always a story ready to be told. He was a generous, kind-hearted man, and will be dearly missed by his family and all who knew him.
Boo always had stories to tell – some about my dad which made my hair stand on end! I’ll always remember the calming presence he had after my dad’s funeral, sitting at our breakfast table at the chair Dad always sat at, telling us stories of the Francis family of long ago. We’ll miss you, Boo.
I don’t even have any good pictures of him.
Thanks, 2020.
-the Centaur
Pictured: a bleak view out our window, all the leaves fallen.
