Death is the ultimate delegation

My Uncle Tom died on Thursday. He got a double lung transplant in March but has been suffering from a pulmonary illness for at least 2 years. The cousins are putting together a little book for memories for his family. Here is mine:

Making Waves

Every time my family had the opportunity to visit the famous Lakehouse in Minnesota, Uncle Tom would take us out on the boat. As a land-locked Texan, I marveled at Jen and David's skills at skiing and knee boarding. To this day, I have never mastered the graceful glide into the water after I let go of the ski handle or the 360* turn on a kneeboard that my cousins are famous for. Therefore, my favorite thing to do on the water was tubing, especially when Uncle Tom was the one driving the boat. I'd hunker down as far as I could into the tube as my Uncle took me on a series of twists and turns trying to throw me off. I'd giggle every time he'd look back to see if I was still there. I could tell he loved throwing people off. It was a great acheivement if you could stay on the tube with Uncle Tom. He was one of the roughest boat drivers when it came to tubing, which made him one of the best and most fun. A trip to the Lakehouse would not be complete without being in the boat with Tom making waves.