Today I learned from my Uncle Gordon that my Uncle Arnold Jones died last night. Uncle Arnold, seen here speaking at my wedding to Sylvia, had a great sense of humour; he was always cracking dirty jokes. Uncle Arnold and Aunt Marjorie lived in Devon, Alberta, for most of the years that my family lived in Leduc, and during the 80s we visited regularly; Arnold and Marjorie's youngest son, my cousin Darwin, is my age, and we spent many weekends playing video games on the Atari 800 or playing with Uncle Arnold's elaborate train set:
Uncle Arnold worked in Alberta's oil and gas industry for many years until he and Aunt Marjorie moved down to Mesa, Arizona as snowbirds. My cousins are heading down there now to support Aunt Marjorie.
It's been a couple of years since I last saw Uncle Arnold, and I'm sorry that I didn't see him one more time before his passing. But I'm grateful that he and my other uncles and aunts made it to our wedding, and I hope Uncle Arnold enjoyed it as much as we enjoyed having him there.
My condolences to Aunt Marjorie and their sons and daughter: Evan, Bruce, Darwin and Diane. Such a loss, but many happy memories.