A Great Tree has Fallen in our Midst
On June 5th my Uncle, Tom Arthur, died after a long bout with pancreatic cancer. I adored Uncle Tom. He was one of the most important male figures and role models in my life. He was always there – well, at least as far back as I can remember. He always provided support, encouragement, and insight. I was an offbeat little kid and still continue to march to my own drummer. He never criticized. Instead he accepted and encouraged who I was.
He was a true “Renaissance Man.” Art, Poetry, Golf, Mountain Climbing, History, Novelist (!), etc…
As, Bishop Mallory said during his homily,
It is as though a great tree has fallen in our midst. Some might say it was one of the finest oaks in the forest and the forest will never be the same; but our memories are enriched by the memory of the man we are here to honor and remember today. T.A. was a lamp post for many in his 81 years among us. He was a kind of Renaissance man, a man for all seasons who touched and enriched so many lives.
Yesterday was Uncle Tom’s memorial service in Palm Desert (there will be a second service in Chicago in early August). It was a marvelous service and this entire weekend has been wonderful. There have been tears but the past three days have been a tremendous combination of close family, fun, and a celebration of life.
Here’s a slideshow from the weekend. Shots from the memorial service and various gartherings. You’ll also see lots of artwork - mainly sculptures - all created by Uncle Tom. You’ll see an amazing raven, lots of busts - General Grant, his granddaughter Jillian, and Andrew Jackson.
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I’m so sorry for your loss, Steph.