Wilma Chmielewski
We never know when one of our family will be taken from us. I was so blessed to have the opportunity to spend time with Uncle Jack at the weekly family Goldies breakfasts when I was between jobs or on furlough. He was usually one of the first ones there to hold the table for us. As I would arrive I would look forward to seeing him smiling as I came in, sitting in his same chair. I in turn would usually sit directly across from him and we would catch up on the happenings in the world since the week before. His gentle, fatherly presence was reassuring. I know he appreciated that I took the time to come each week. Little did he know that nothing could have kept me away. I couldn't wait for Tuesday to come each week. You see, when your own father has been gone from this earth for over 30 years, that fatherly presence is missed so much. Thank you, Uncle Jack, for everything that you meant to me and for being the gentle giant that you were.
You touched many lives.
Wilma
