My Uncle Lyle is someone in my family who I wish I could have gotten to know better through the years, but circumstances stood in the way of this. I always remembered being younger and getting the odd phonecall for my Dad from Uncle Lyle, he would ask how I was doing and chat it up before I passed the phone on.
During recent years, I got to see Uncle Lyle more, although his health wasn't doing so well. Sometimes he was working with Dad and I even remember him helping Dad put together the custom computer desk at my place.
I have this jewelry box at home that he made for me, and Alisha has a matching one. I would never get rid of it, it's a beautiful box, and it means so much more to me since he made it.

My last memory of Uncle Lyle is that of my going-away to NZ party... the first of my favorite moments of the night was Kiwi making "mini Guiness" shots and him, me, Dad and Uncle Lyle all had one together. The picture is quite funny as Uncle Lyle is almost sipping it, Dad's already downed the whole thing. I think Kiwi was right on his heels, and I'm doing what Uncle Lyle is doing.
But my most favorite memory of that night was the fireworks. I got called outside by my Dad and Kiwi and Uncle Lyle had a surprise for me. He had gotten some fireworks... roman candles, sparkly things and the like and set them off for me for my going-away. It was so cool at the time, and now that I think about it, a really great memory to have. He was smiling like a little kid and I am so happy for that memory.
In closing, although I do not wish to publicize the situation surrounding his passing, I do wish to tell everyone that you all need to hold family dear. This is the first time this has happened to me, and it is extremely hard to deal with. Although I have experienced death in my family before, nothing like this and no one as close as my Uncle.

I hope you have found your peace, Uncle Lyle. We all love and miss you very much.


