Uncle Rolly was a good man. Great with the kids even though he had none of his own and just fun to be around. I first met him when we took a family road trip out to Beautiful British Columbia some years years. It was my first time out that way and it was very memorable. Some of those moments were spent with Uncle Rolly.
He was Amie’s uncle but treated her more like a daughter than a niece. We enjoyed being around Uncle Rolly so much that we seriously thought of packing up and moving closer to him, especially since he had split up from his wife and moved to Vernon, living all alone. On our last visit in the summer of 2014, he tried very hard to sell us on the idea of moving. Even offering to help us with the down payment. We were leaning towards the idea but then I got a great job and it went on the back burner. Temporarily.
Unfortunately, mere months after we left him, Uncle Rolly was diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer. How was this possible? When I first met him, he introduced me to some healthy options. Eating oatmeal and blueberries daily plus fresh fruits and vegetables but here he was, stricken, with no regards to his healthy lifestyle.
Rolly was determined to beat this illness. He promised Amie that he would but we feared the worse. The worse came early on Monday morning. Uncle Rolly was down for the count. A good man, brother, uncle, friend. Gone but not forgotten.
Goodbye Uncle Rolly, rest in peace. We will miss you. A lot.