Every day of my life that I have lived, except for today, my Uncle Virgil has been alive.
I have always known him.
He is a part of the fabric of my life.
He was my dad's college roomate and married my mom's sister.
More than just an uncle.
A true character. In a world filled with manufactured people, he always felt the freedom to just be who he was. I loved that about him.
He's the only person I know that built their own television.
He was frugal.
He loved babies.
You had to fight him for the remote control.
He had a pair of plaid pants that he wore for at least 30 years. Through 2 phases of popularity.
He had his mother's smile and he used it often.
He was loud.
He gave big hugs.
He played by the rules (he knew the official rules of every game we every played.)
He loved my mom's pies.
He always had his 2 for 1 coupons ready when my dad came to visit.
He loved his family. And they loved him.
He will be missed.
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