I had an Uncle Butch…his real name was Clarence. I am not sure why the nickname stuck …but some do.
Daisy and June with Clarence
He was quite a bit younger than my Mother, she was eleven when he was born. I think perhaps he was a bit of a favorite to her.
He was quite tall and handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes.
He married and had four kids and divorced. I have not seen my cousins in years. I used to send my Aunt a Christmas Card every year but then she moved…and well...Christmas Greetings are a two way street sometimes. Their youngest daughter was born the day Far Guy and I got married in 1969…he brought the news of her birth along to the wedding.
He died of Cancer… if I recall correctly Liver Cancer.
I went to his funeral and burial.
Last winter I searched for his grave on Find A Grave…he was not to be found. I did find a Clarence Drews with the same birth and death date…so I got that corrected.
Last week I was determined to find his grave…it was kinda on a hill as I recall. I was close. After Jen and I wandered around awhile a fellow on a lawn mower stopped and asked if I was looking for someone? Of course he knew right where the grave was…in fact he had met my Uncle a time or two. He said “Just go a little more east and you will run right into the grave.”
There were two bunches of flowers there, so some of my cousins must be visiting his grave.
I took a photo for Find A Grave.
At one time Uncle Butch was a very successful businessman, then he lost sight of what was really important and lost it all…and eventually his life.