The tragedy of life is not death, but that we wait so long to start living.
So many people go through their life searching for someone to share their journey with only to fall short year after year, but Uncle Freddy was fortunate enough to find the love of his life at such a young age.
In fact, when he first got his license he joked about how the car automatically drove itself to Aunt Jenny’s house on Twelfth street.
The two of them were inseparable and you rarely saw one without the other or mentioned one of them in conversation without coupling their names together.
They loved each other so immensely and Aunt Jenny truly was his whole world. She was his best friend, confidant, soulmate, and reason for living.
He believed that his sole purpose in life was to be her husband and when he lost her last year he was so devastated that he didn’t want to go on living without her.
Aunt Jenny may have passed on from this life, but he still continued to talk to her every day and anticipated their reunion.
I will treasure my memories of Uncle Freddy and always remember his candor and sarcasm, loyalty to family, and passion for landscaping. He never missed a family function no matter how big or small the occasion.
He even made time to visit with those who passed at the cemetery, and he also took the liberty of maintaining many of their burial plots.
He found such satisfaction in landscaping and always took great pride in the appearance of his yard.
It is a travesty whenever we lose someone we love, and though I am sad to see Uncle Freddy go, I can’t help but feel a sense of relief because I know that he is exactly where he longed to be, and that’s by his wife’s side.
-Soul of Aly