Every night I tell Blanne (or Brooklin) a story before going to bed (usually a "Prince Blanne & GMan story of wizardry!!). Yet, last night I was out of creativity and told Blanne I wanted to tell him an Uncle Dex story. Not yet knowing what I was going to talk about, I knew I had plenty of these to share.
The first story that came to mind was "Grub King". I tell Blanne that in college each fraternity (had to try to explain what a fraternity was) picked a person from their fraternity to collect money for charity in a grub king jar. I told Blanne that we picked DexMex. He asked why we picked Dex. Not really knowing an answer at the time, I then realized why he was picked.
After thinking of my answer, tears started to form in my eyes on the reality of why we did. I told him that we wanted a person to do this that cared about raising money for a good charity. We wanted a person that would have fun with the whole thing - I then proceeded to tell him that each young man from each fraternit had to take a picture of themselves and put it on the jar that money would be put into. Each young man (with the exception of Dexter) had a picture that made them still look good in the eyes of all the young women. That they may have put a little dirt on their shirt or pointed to a whole in their hat or something dumb. Yet, DexMex (as I started laughing remembering the picture he took) had a picture taken of him that showed the crack of his ass, had his hat on side ways, head turned around with a finger in his nose. I told him that Dex realized this was funny and didn't do it to try to "look good" for the girls but rather to raise money for a good cause.
I told Blanne, that many times if you do what is right, you win in the end and Uncle Dex was a winner. He won the contest, raised the most money, had the girls thinking he was funny and showed many that life should not be taken so seriously.
I told Blanne that the reason he was chosen was because he was a leader that did the right thing for the right cause and didn't care what people thought about him if it generated good things for needed people.
By the end of the story I was in tears and my great son said, "You miss him a lot don't you dad"? I told him that he would have many friends throughout his life and as he got older he would realize who was a true friend and who he would be the closest to, to cherish all the times he had with the one(s) that he was the closest to, and that one day I hope he didn't feel like he has lost the closest one to him. Yes, my son.... I miss him more than I could ever tell you. He was a great man!!