Thursday, December 8, 2022
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I was so saddened when I heard the passing of Uncle Melv. My memories of Melv go back to the days when the Horwood trap skiff would be puttering in the “arm”. I’d be waiting to throw the fish in the stage and cut cod tongues. The splitting table was an assembly line with Melv, Ralph, grandfather and my dad Jim. It was a site for sore eyes. I always said that Uncle Melv had a PhD in the cod fishery and the loss of the cod.
Melv had a good life. Married so long to a lovely Aunt Marjorie. Lovely family. Lovely home.
If there’s a heaven, can you imagine how he was welcomed. I can see the trumpets playing as he arrives. And angels flocking in white.
We will all follow the same path of dying… we won’t avoid it.
Goodbye Uncle Melv. You will be missed by many people on the wharf.
Condolences to the family. I know the pain and the grief from loss of a father.
He will never leave your heart. Photos and memories will be shared for a lifetime.
Death of a parent changes things.
RIP Uncle Melv. Say hello to my mom and dad.
