Nadia’s uncle Dan die last friday. Dan was old school in a very good way. He worked as plumber in Norco - very hard labor for the surrounding dairy farms. Western Shirt with the sleeves rolled up, Levis, a cigarette. Very thick hair combed back. He was quiet. Danny was raised catholic and served in the Navy. He gave of his time and resources unwaveringly. There was never ulterior motive. Never self gain. Just to give because that’s who we was. Purity and ease. You never had to be anything but honest around him. There was no pretence. He was more Christian than anyone of faith i’ve even known. If I could be like anyone i would want to be more like him. I’m going to miss him.