His nickname was Sunshine, and it was so fitting. Uncle Jerry was one of those people who could pick up on anyone's feelings and, if one was needed, he was the first to offer a pick me up. The way he did that was subtle-he never exacerbated a person's discomfort by calling attention to it. Instead he might offer a seamless change of subject, or ask for a hand with something in the other room. The only person who noticed was the one he was helping-and he never let the know he was doing it on purpose. I didn't even notice it myself and I've known the man my whole life. Bradley pointed it out to me as we were driving to Birmingham to say goodbye. Now that it's been brought to my attention memories of him doing just this flood my mind and I can recall countless moments of relief courtesy of Uncle Jerry. I have one incident that comforted me in particular. Ill never forget that phone call and ill appreciate it forever. I thanked him for it at his funeral but I'm going to hug him for it when I see him again in Heaven.
We will miss you so much until then Uncle Jerry-neither the beach or Bama's games will ever be the same. Roll Tide!
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