Born seven years less one day before my dad, Uncle Roger was always a little larger than life for me. Born and raised in western New York, he lived in that area the vast majority of his long life.

Juxtaposed to my dad’s life path — he moved west for college (Ohio), then further west to California where he started a family and lived the rest of his life — we only spent time with Roger and his family a few times…but such fun!

I’ll always remember Roger for his humor, his love of a good time, and love of family. Because he and his family were so far away, it was extra special and magical when we got together: as kids three times, and once as adults.

My dad died first, a few years prior, and the few phone calls I had with Roger after that were always a little drop of extra love and connection…

He passed on four years ago now, hopefully he and my dad are all caught up and having heavenly good ol’ time.

Love ya, Uncle Roger, Happy Birthday, ~