Magician, Fisherman, Pastor, Jokester, Golfer, Back-Packer, Competitor, Chief Nutracker, Husband, Grandpa, Friend… Uncle Stan was all of these things and so much more. It’s still hard to imagine life without the vibrant life of Uncle Stan. He was truly a kid at heart with an infectious heart for life and others.
He won my heart at an early age when he dressed up as Santa Claus and delivered a cage-full of six baby chicks to Matt and I. Uncle Stan later passed along his love for puzzles, fishing, and his competitive spirit for any sort of game – whether it be a game of double-nine dominoes, tennis or bowling. He’d even practice his jokes on us with his stack of index cards that he’s always stash in his pocket. When I was 13, he baptized me in the pool in his backyard… and like every good pastor, we practiced our synchronized swimming afterwards. Throughout the years, we’d pester him to do a magic show, and beg for him to spill the beans on how he did the tricks. (I still have no clue.) And everytime I’d see him, we’d do our special handshakes – the Fisherman handshake, Garbage Man handshake, and Lumberjack (displayed below). And his signature parting gift… a beautiful bag of cracked walnuts.
Regarding loss, Dallas Willard has said, “This will be a challenge to your joyful confidence in God.” But I know that Uncle Stan would want us to rejoice that he is united with his Father who has welcomed him home. What an amazing thing to meet God face to face. I can’t even imagine what joy that will bring.
We miss you and love you, Uncle Stan!