"An old friend I know"

My Uncle Donald Wayne Rosenberg died in his twenties. He was in a car accident and was killed. He had recently returned from Vietnam at the time, where he had served two tours. No one really had much time to talk to him about his experiences after his return as it wasn't long before he died.

My Dad, who was several years younger than Don Wayne said that for weeks it felt as though someone had just punched him in the stomache. That was the resulting feeling of the tragic death of his older brother.

Don had signed his name in a Gideon's Bible that he had accepted Jesus--signed that he was indeed a Christian.

To me Uncle Don is a photo. A military photo. It's black and white. He looks similar to my Dad, his face is a little rounder and his hair is slicked back. I honestly can't remember ever seeing any other picture of Uncle Don besides that one.

I have a total three other Uncles and one Aunt. All are married. I have three cousins and two step-cousins. I don't know my step-cousins at all. I have four living grandparents. My paternal grandparents have been married over 60 years.