At one time I had over 30 “great” relatives: my grandparents and their brothers and sisters and their wives and husbands—my great aunts and uncles.
Last night, the last of that generation passed away, Uncle Tolbert McCrory. He was my mother’s father’s youngest brother. I will always remember him as pleasant and cheerful. Full of pluck and good humor. Quick to laugh, and I mean a belly laugh. He was astoundingly active and independent for his 88 years.
May he rest in peace.