I don’t have a specific story about uncle Bruce…just that he was always there. To listen, to watch tv with, to ride in the car with, to teach me stuff, to take me on errands with him…to be a big teddy bear. He introduced me to Archie comic books and then forever after I had my nose in one of them whenever I was there. He also introduced me to 2 of my other favorite authors, Clive Cussler and Dick Holt, and we would exchange books over time.
He would frequently take me to work with him when I was there. And he always picked us up and dropped us off at the airport, no matter what time it was.
He always made me feel like I belonged there. Not like I was a visitor.
The last time I visited at Christmas I remember he took me with him down the valley to get a present for Aunt Debby because he knew they I loved going to Kentville and there was a cool healthfood store and a bookstore that he wanted to show me.
He got to see my new house when they were on their cross-country trip right before the world shut down and he helped with our back deck, so a part of him will always be here.
Also, he always called me Lilybett ❤️
There were so many things that I loved and appreciated about him. He will be greatly missed.
