Competitive, smart, kind and caring – that’s how I’ll remember Uncle Dale. Or Uncle Dales. The Uncle Dale of my childhood who was the runner (before running was cool), who organized cousin races in my grandparent’s circular drive, and the uncle who introduced me to stocks and investing. And then the Uncle Dale after he married Bettie, who brought his softer, caring side to the surface. Still competitive on the golf course but in love with and devoted to Bettie he even grew to love dogs!
The last time I saw him I was struck by two things – the first was that even though dementia was closing in the Uncle Dale I knew and loved was still in there as he stroked his chin when he saw me, a reference to all the times he’d given me a hard time about my beard. The second was how loved and cared for he was by Aunt Bettie. I’m forever grateful for how she faithfully loved and cared for my uncle for the 30 years of their marriage.