Stephen Gibson
Some of my earliest childhood memories are of Uncle Pete. It wouldn’t be summer if we didn’t head down to Alabama to see the kinfolk and seeing Uncle Pete was always one of the highlights of the trip. I have so many memories of he, Sylvia and everyone else I hardly know where to start. All the trips to Gulf Shores, Six Flags, swimming in the creek, farming peanuts in the “Rock” farm out back, the trips to the base, both legal and well not so legal when would sneak out there for souvenirs after the solders would finish maneuvers. And who could forget Flagler Beach…The list goes on and on. All the visits back and forth and all the wonderful times we shared. Later, as I grew older, Kay, Jessica and Jordan came to love Uncle Pete as much as I did. He was quick witted, always had a joke no matter how tense things around him got. But for all the memories, I think was is most remarkable about Pete is what I don’t remember about him. I never remember seeing him loosing his temper, I never remember seeing him down, I never remember seeing him upset. I never remember him saying a cross word, and I never remember him without a smile on his face. Uncle Pete was such an integral part of my life and he will be sorely missed. Thank you for a lifetime of memories but also thank you for all the things I cant remember about you. Uncle Pete was one of a kind.
