Nancy's Uncle Boyle died. He was 81. In your lifetime - you can count the people that you really love on your toes and fingers. Here is a picture of Nancy's thumb and index finger.
George Boyle lived in Dutch Hill on Willing Street. He treasured his job mixing concrete at the elevator in East End - first for Becker Building Supplies - then Feeser Supply - and finally for Rock Creek. He loved the job and the people he worked with. He loved watching your eyes bulge when he would drop an overload on your pickup truck - always stopping at just the right time.
There was always a gleam in his eye - what you would expect of the wonderful Irishman he was. He loved the Notre Dame Football Team more than life itself - although he never got to see them play live. Every time I see the movie "Rudy" where the father comes to the stadium for his only time - I think of Uncle Boyle. Sometimes you wait too long - I always wanted to get him to South Bend for a game - never happened - my loss.
Nancy flew up to Tamaqua today to be with Aunt Delores. Boyle and Delores did everything together. I don't think I met anyone more in love.
They had a very small weekday wedding - but the marriage lasted over 55 years. Just last week Nancy and I attended a wedding that probably cost more than $400,000 - but if you measure weddings by how good the marriage is - less must be more.
He had 3 great kids - plenty of grandkids - and even some great grand ones. His favorite day was Christmas Day when everyone came to visit. Nancy would not miss it - not a chance.
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