Uncle Eddie (aka Rifleman Edward Smith)

September 17, 1922 ... the day you were born.
21 years of life, from infancy in your rural
roots and large family, to toddling to young boyhood, and progressing
to manhood ... to age 21. So short a life span,
yet a life lived.

You've touched many ... I've only to go back
home to listen to stories from those who recall
your life at home. The nature and realities of
the end of your life, most don't know, until I tell
them.

You've touched me. Your memory has taken me
on journey of discovery ... of roots. Of understanding. Of knowledge. Of new expriences
and new relationships.

Your life ... has touched and entertwined with
mine in most wonderful ways ... you brought me
much... and I celebrate your 21 years and just
wish I could have had the pleasure and delight
of meeting you in person ...just to see you,and
to tell you how you have effectd me. And how you
were so loved and missed, specially your daring and playfulness.

All these "after effects" of your life and death,
continue. That old immortality ... you live on
in memory and in your impact ... and will continue
to do so.

Yes ... I celebrate your life as my family member
and for the life you've given others.

I'm glad you imprinted so deeply in my mind as a tiny child ... for you've brought me much ... in
many ways, and for that ... I'm grateful.

Funny ... I'm in here as a result of your death.
I had a call on my voicemail tonite from someone
who has tried to find me , to tell me about people he has talked to who actually saw your death in person. But today ... all I can think about is
your life lived ... I want to think about that
today ... to celebrate your life.

Heartfelt from Karmen