My great uncle Charlie passed away last night.
Charlie and my Grandma Rosie came from a big family (I've written about them before), but Charlie was one of a kind.
Well, technically, he was two of a kind.
Charlie & his twin brother Tom were the second and third youngest kids in the family -- Rosie was already twenty years old when they were born (and had her first baby at about the same time her mother was having her last, my great aunt Pat). And as if being twins didn't already make them stand out, they came into a family that was overrun with girls. Bossy, chattering, quick-with-a-laugh girls. Talk about a built-in audience for a couple of little brothers!
Charlie always had a twinkle in his eye and a trick up his sleeve, and he'd take all that bossing-around from his sisters in stride. Helpful and kind but always ready with a joke -- no wonder all of his nieces and nephews (and great-nieces and great-nephews) loved it when he'd show up down on Water Street.
We're all going to miss him an awful lot, but I hope wherever he is, he's laughing. I'll bet he is.