When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun. -- Scene 2, Romeo and Juliet
William Shakespeare
When I first met our Uncle Buck a character, no doubt; I wasn't sure just what to think - sometimes he seemed way out"! He asked me to send cards to him to Uncle Buck and Friends - because so many patients there were very near their ends - I came to have a fondness for the gentle part of him - I said some prayers when he was ill, he seemed to rally from sheer will He seemed himself, came back to us and joked, and was as he had been and on Christmas Day, well, then He departed this old worldly place for a better place, I know; Still I wish I'd had a little longer before he had to go. Christina 1-02 For Uncle Buck Harry Winterholer
Eulogy for a Veteran
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the Gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
Author Unknown
It’s amazing how you can build a close relationship with someone you’ve never actually seen. I never physically met Harry Winterholer, who I knew as Uncle Buck. He was words on a computer monitor screen and a voice on the telephone, but I felt that he was as much a friend as if we’d grown up together.
The Buck that I knew was kind, and generous and humorous. He was always ready to offer a hand or a joke. Unasked, he helped me to learn photo editing over the computer. He simply saw that I was interested and offered to help. I won’t make this a long eulogy, but I wish I had met him in person. I wish I had been able to take his hand in mine, look into his eyes and say, Thanks, Buck. Thanks for being my friend.
T. P. Woodfork (Woody)
The Old Guard-Arlington National Cemetery Photo
I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. Timothy 2:4:7
Bryant (L) and Bill Winterholer (R) plant a Butterfly Bush symbolizing Buck's free spirit.
Buck's cousin Ted and Ted's wife Edie and daughter Melissa. The younger kids are Buck's Grandnieces.
Putting on the finishing touches to Buck's tree. The Buddha represents his Buddhist beliefs. Bryant is planting the tree, Bill is to the left; Ted, Edie, and Melissa are to the right. The remaining girls are Buck's nieces and grandnieces.
