My (truly) Great Uncle

I know I already wrote a post earlier today, but I just found out some deeply sad news that I feel I need to express somehow, so what better place for me than here? I found out just a few moments ago that my great uncle Blair, husband to Betty (one of my Granny's sisters) passed away last night at 95. I can't recall a single time where I had gone to visit my grandmother when she lived in Parsons, WV, where I didn't also see and spend time with my great aunt and uncle, Betty and Blair. I can remember countless times telling my mom what a "cute old man" I always thought Blair was. Visiting with Betty and Blair always made me smile. I will always remember him in one of his numerous fishing hats and chewing a toothpick. When I was in the 10th grade, for a US History project I decided to do mine on Blair. I conducted a few (and thankfully had the foresight to record them) interviews with him on his experience in World War II. He was an incredible man who served in the 4th Infantry Division on the US Army. He was among some of the first brave men to storm Utah Beach on D-Day and later under the command of General Patton helped to liberate Paris. He sometime later suffered shrapnel injuries from an explosive and was sent to England to get medical attention before being sent back to the States with a Purple Heart. He was and will remain a giant hero to me. He will be greatly missed.