I had the honor and privilege of knowing Uly as a patient and as a friend. When my own father passed away several years ago, Uly was such a comfort. During some visits to my office, Uly ministered to me as much as I did to him. Uly never met a stranger. I knew that when I went out to find him in the waiting area, he was sure to have struck up a conversation with another waiting patient, to offer his own personal testimony about the power of exercise. Everyone loved to hear to his stories. His stories made you laugh; they made you cry; they made you think about your own life, your own health and your own family. Uly's family meant the world to him and it showed. No matter how busy he was, no matter how stressed, he always had time and love for his family. Of his many, many accomplishments during his 83 years, Uly would say without hesitation that his greatest accomplishment was his loving family. When I think of Uly's death, I am reminded of a passage written by Henry Scott Holland: Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! God bless you Uly. Nina Radford
