My Uncle Felton was buried Sunday, a week ago. We'll miss his congenial presence at our family get-togethers. He had a knack for making everyone at ease and comfortable. Uncle Felton won a special place in my heart long ago, as he defended my vegetarian 'phase' and even insisted on accommodating me with a cheese pizza once--which meant so much to a young, insecure teenager.
My cousin Ruth's husband, Jacky, had an uplifting recollection at the viewing. Jacky works at a pharmaceutical plant and at the time was training a new employee with fairly obvious birth defects, who enjoyed going to the go-kart races. One day this employee came in to work and told Jacky about a man named 'Felton Burbage' who always defended him from anyone who picked on him at the tracks--Felton would just 'light them up'. Anyhow, that remembrance touched me completely, as it was just such nice example of the compassionate heart Uncle Felton had. I'm sure that he didn't hold on to his kind deeds--he just routinely did stuff like that. We're blessed to have had him in our family. Loving thoughts and prayers to Aunt Bertha, Debby, Mike and their families.
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