Memorial of life

On Saturday we had the memorial of life for my Uncle Ralph who died a few months ago at 79. He was a great part of my times in Florida with my parents that I cherish so much. I remember going to their place there and watching the Super Bowl one year, Another time I remember going there and it was SO HOT..My mom and I had to stay near the door in order not to pass out!! I remember a birthday party for my Late Great Uncle Art, and when he was blind going to the New Years Eve Dance and seeing him and his wife, My Aunt Sheila outside. So many memories of Florida never mind in CT.
Uncle Ralph sold me my first car. His used Buick Century. This thing was a boat but it was a great car. I learned to love the movie "Its a wonderful life" because of Uncle Ralph. We always had Christmas Eve at his house and I saw the Tape and wondered what it was. He let me take it home and it has become a cherished movie as well as memory.
At the Memorial of life for him I loved hearing my Cousin tell stories about him. I felt bad in a way though because you tend to realize that you don't really know someone when you hear all the little personal family stories. Part of me wished so bad that I had been part of all that and had known him better then I did. Did I not try hard enough or is it that life is like that? I learned about his sense of Humor and I wonder if in any way I got that part of myself from him, as I hear people say I get my love of writing from Uncle Art. Hearing from his friends and all the wonderful memories I felt a bit envious. I always thought he was a great man, now I see that he was more so then I ever knew.