He was actually my “Uncle Pete” but regardless, today we celebrated his life. Even though I am 51 and he was 87, I learned something about him today and was stunned to learn of his accomplishments. He had a 5th grade education but was soooo successful. I had no idea but quickly became very proud to be a part of the Walker family.
There was nine. Now there are three. Each with some of the Walker traits and some of their own. This is just a small dose of what Uncle Pete was about.
And at the cemetery. The Marines saluted.
The trumpet played.
They folded the flag.
And we said our ‘good-bye’ to a man that truly made a difference. I couldn’t help but think that my Dad was up there, waiting for his oldest brother, ready to greet him into heaven. Rest in Peace Uncle Pete. xoxo
