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Monday, July 17, 2006
Funerals are always such a drag
I just got back from Tulsa, my old stomping grounds. On Saturday, we buried my uncle, Robert Todd. It was a surreal experience.
Robert was my aunt's third husband, and the only one who was worth a spit. He accepted her children as his own, and, indeed, decided to forego having natural children to focus on raising hers.
He was also a good lawyer, rising from nothing to become the leading bankruptcy attorney in Oklahoma in little more than a decade. He loved boats, family, and was always a great host at family parties. He died of cancer after a very short illness.
I didn't know Robert as well as I would have liked, but I know that he was a good husband for my aunt (who otherwise had terrible taste in men) and a good father for my cousins. He will be missed.
- posted by MrSpkr @ 15:53
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