On Thanksgiving night, Thursday the 24th, my uncle, Donald Pearce, passed. He was 94.
Donald was married to my mother's sister, Violet. Violet, seventeen years older than my mother, passed before I was born. But together Donald and Violet produced my cousin, Susan, who is more a big-sister to me as she lived with us on and off while I was growing up and she's lived in Austin since 2000 or so. Donald remarried, and so I grew up with an Aunt Vivian, who passed away when I was in college.
My earliest memories include Donald visiting us when we still lived in Michigan, so I was 3 or 4. But he was a fixture in my life as we'd visit he Upper Peninsula of Michigan every summer where he and Vivian lived, and they were avid road travelers, so you never knew when they'd roll up in the driveway and we'd get to have them for a while. He was always quick with a joke and to make observations that hilariously cut to the point with a matter-of-factness that hit just the right note.