There is a park bench in Manhattan that quietly wonders where his faithful friend is.
This bench on 6th Avenue between Spring and Prince in Father Fagan Park that for nearly 50 years welcomed this friend his family and friends, hearing hundreds of stories. This bench wishes his friend a safe journey. Godspeed.
Some day soon we will be sharing stories again, on another bench in a different place and time. We may not recognize each other, but we will feel the warm comfort of familiarity on a bench, on an avenue, between two streets in a park where stories are told.
I love you dear Uncle and miss you.
